nam sive optatam mecum trahit illa quietem, seu facili totum ducit amore diem, tum mihi Pactoli veniunt sub tecta liquores, et legitur Rubris gemma sub aequoribus; tum mihi cessuros spondent mea gaudia reges: quae maneant, dum me fata perire volent! nam quis divitiis adverso gaudet Amore? nulla mihi tristi praemia sint Venere! illa potest magnas heroum infringere vires, illa etiam duris mentibus esse dolor: illa neque Arabium metuit transcendere limen nec timet ostrino, Tulle, subire toro, et miserum toto iuvenem versare cubili: quid relevant variis serica textilibus? quae mihi dum placata aderit, non ulla verebor regna vel Alcinoi munera despicere.
For whether Cynthia spends a longed-for night with me, or passes a whole day in unruffled love, then the waters of Pactolus flow under my roof, and gems are brought me from the bed of the Indian Ocean; then my joys give proof that kings will yield before me: may these endure till fate decrees my death! For who rejoices in wealth if Love smiles not on him? Let there be no riches for me if Venus frowns. She can break the mighty strength of heroes, she can cause pain even to the hardest heart: for she has no dread of crossing a threshold of Arabian onyx nor fears, Tullus, to steal into a couch of purple, and to keep a poor lad twisting and turning all over his bed: what then avail his silks of varied texture? So, as long as she comes to me in good humour, I shall not hesitate to scorn the realms of any monarch or gifts such as Alcinous might give.
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