I am the unmarried Daphne
I am friend to harp
and bow [1]
I provide visions to
prophets [2]
I am an imperial
honor. [3]
I am always blooming,
I can always repel lightning. [4]
Apollo wears my crown
in triumphal ceremonies.
But: what if I hadn’t
been so hard-hearted
To the man I rejected
To the man I fled?
I was pretty,
But a stupid girl
And powerless against
him.
--Faustus Sabaeus,
Picta Poesis Ovidiania
Innuba sum Laurus:
Cytharis & amica pharetrae:
Somnia vaticainans:
imperialis honor.
Usque virens, ac
usque valens depellere fulmen:
Meque triumphail
cinxit honore Deus;
Quem sprevi, &
fugi, quid si non dura fuissem?
Pulchra, sed insipiens
virgo, et inepta fui.
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