hic iuvenem agresti sublimem stramine ponunt: qualem virgineo demessum pollice florem seu mollis violae seu languentis hyacinthi, cui neque fulgor adhuc nec dum sua forma recessit, non iam mater alit tellus virisque ministrat.
Here they lay the youth high on his rustic bed, like a flower culled by a girls finger, tender violet or drooping hyacinth, whose sheen and native grace have not yet faded, but no more does its mother earth give it strength and nurture.