Mars and Venus 'Love also seizes Sol, who rules all with The heavenly light: we will repeat the loves of Sol The first god being thought to have seen The adultery of Venus with Mars here; this god had seen all first He grieved the deed and showed to her husband, son of Juno The deceptive quarters and the deceitful bed, but because of that deceit And judgement he dropped the work he was holding In his hands of a metal worker: Immediately he files thin chains For a net and a snare, which would be able to deceive the eyes. Not the finest thread, not a spider’s web which hangs from the highest beam May conquer his work; he makes it so even the lightest touch And the smallest movement might trigger it and places it, surrounding the bed So that when the wife and the adulterer came as one onto the bed They are both stuck, having been caught in the middle of an embrace By the craft and new manner of imprisonment of the husband having been prepared Immediately, Vulcan threw open the ivory doors And let in the gods; having been bound they laid Shamefully, and one of the gods not sorrowful wished To be made shameful just like that; the gods laugh at this, and for a long time This tale was the most known in the entire Heaven.'
Apollo and Leucothoe
'You say Venus, remembering that punishment, Demands repayment, he who wounded her hidden loves, Is wounded equally by love. What benefit to yourself now, son of Hyperion Are beauty and complexion and radiated lights? Truly, you who burns all the lands with your fire, Are burned by a new fire; and you who ought to discern everything, You observe and fix your eyes, which ought to be on mankind On one virgin, Leucothoe. Lately you rise at the time of The eastern sky, lately you fall in the waves later, You stretch out the wintry hours with delay for the purpose of watching her Sometimes you withdraw, and the dark fault of your mind Overpasses the light and you frighten mortal hearts And not because the shadow of the moon closer to earth Hinders yourself, you fade: that love of yours creates this complexion. You love this one girl, not even Clymene and Rhode Not the most beautiful mother of Circe of Aeaea Also your Clytie, although despicable, was desiring marriage Even at this time was enduring the painful wound Of love: Leucothoe, created oblivion of the many women Having been birthed from the most beautiful as possible Eurynome Of the people who disperse sweet-smelling perfumes; but after the daughter grew up The daughter excelled her mother, as much so as her mother excelled all women. Her father Orchamus, ruled the cities of Achaemenid and is Counted as seventh from the ancient origin, Belus.'