Eros shook my soul like the wind attacking trees on a mountain. [translated by Peter Saint-Andre]

Deathless Aphrodite on your lavish throne, Enchantress, daughter of Zeus: I beg you, queen, Do not overpower my soul with heartaches and hard troubles, But come here, if ever at another time Having heard my voice you paid me attention And leaving the golden house of your father you came to me, Yoking your horse [...]

You say that the rabbit isn’t cooked, and ask for the whip; Rufus, you prefer to carve up your cook than your rabbit.