At Venus interea Neptunum exercita curis adloquitur talisque effundit pectore questus: Iunonis gravis ira nec exsaturabile pectus cogunt me, Neptune, preces descendere in omnis; quam nec longa dies, pietas nec mitigat ulla,     nec Iovis imperio fatisque infracta quiescit.
But Venus meanwhile, distressed with cares, speaks thus to Neptune, and from her heart pours out her plaint: Junos fell wrath and implacable heart constrain me, O Neptune, to stoop to every prayer. Her no lapse of time, nor any goodness softens, nor does she rest, still unbent by Fate and Joves command.