idem me ille Conon caelesti in lumine vidit e Bereniceo vertice caesariem fulgentem clare, quam multis illa dearum levia protendens bracchia pollicitast, qua rex tempestate novo auctus hymenaeo vastatum finis iverat Assyrios, dulcia nocturnae portans vestigia rixae, quam de virgineis gesserat exuviis.
that same Conon saw me shining brightly among the lights of heaven, me, the lock from the head of Berenice, me whom she vowed to many of the goddesses, stretching forth her smooth arms, at that season when the king, blest in his new marriage, had gone to waste the Assyrian borders bearing the sweet scars of the nocturnal struggle he had waged to win the spoil of her virginity.
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