Horace 1.5 Pyrrha

Quis multa gracilis te puer in rosa

perfusu liquidis urget odoribus

grato, Pyrrha, sub antro?

cui flavam religas comam, simplex munditiis?

What slender boy drenched in liquid perfumes presses you onto a bed of roses, under a pleasing cave, Pyrrha? For whom you bind back your golden hair, simple in your elegance!

….Heu quotiens fidem

mutatosque deos flebit et aspera

nigris aequora ventis

emirabitur insolens,

Alas! How often will he mourn his changed faith and changed gods and, unaccustomed, he will wonder at seas rough with black winds.

qui nunc te fruitur credulus aurea,

qui semper vacuam semper amabilem

sperat, nescius aurae

fallacis! …

the trusting boy who now enjoys golden you, he hopes that you are always free and always lovely, ignorant of a deceitful breeze!

Miseri, quibus

intemptata nites. Me tabula sacer

votiva paries indicat uvia

suspendisse potenti

vestimenta maris deo.

They are miserable, to whom you shine untried. The sacred wall with the votive tablet -indicates that I have suspended my wet clothes to the powerful god of the sea.