Bkiii:Xxvi Enough

I was suited to sweethearts till now, and performed my service, not without glory: but now this wall that protects the left flank of Venus, the girl from the sea, shall have my weapons, and hold up the lyre that has finished with warfare. Here, O here, place the shining torches, and set up the crowbars, and set up the axes, so that they menace opposite doorways. O goddess, you who possess rich Cyprus, O queen, who holds Memphis, that’s free of Sithonian snows, touch, just for once, arrogant Chloë, touch her, just once, with your whip, lifted high.