tu quoque, flaventem prima lanugine malas dum sequeris Clytium infelix, nova gaudia, Cydon, Dardania stratus dextra, securus amorum qui iuvenum tibi semper erant, miserande iaceres, ni fratrum stipata cohors foret obvia, Phorci progenies, septem numero, septenaque tela coniciunt; partim galea clipeoque resultant inrita, deflexit partim stringentia corpus alma Venus.
You too, hapless Cydon, while you follow your new delight, Clytius, whose cheeks are golden with early down'you would have fallen under the Dardan hand and lain, a piteous sight, forgetful of all your youthful loves, had not the serried band of your brothers met the foe'children of Phorcus, seven in number, and seven the darts they throw. Some from helmet and shield glance idly; some kindly Venus turned aside so that they but grazed the body.