ast alius nivea comebat fronte capillos, purpureos alius vestis religabat amictus, cum sic suspirans roseo Venus ore decoros alloquitur natos:  testis certissima vestrae ecce dies pietatis adest.
Another Cupid combed the tresses on her snow-white brow, and a third put the girdle round the folds of her purple robe. Then Venus sighed, and her rosy lips thus addressed her pretty children: See, the day has come that will prove beyond all doubt your love for your mother.
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