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Book 1 · lines 452–466
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452Primus amor Phoebi Daphne Peneia, quem non
453fors ignara dedit, sed saeva Cupidinis ira.
454Delius hunc, nuper victa serpente superbus,
455viderat adducto flectentem cornua nervo
456“quid” que “tibi, lascive puer, cum fortibus armis?”
457dixerat, “ista decent umeros gestamina nostros,
458qui dare certa ferae, dare vulnera possumus hosti,
459qui modo pestifero tot iugera ventre prementem
460stravimus innumeris tumidum Pythona sagittis.
461Tu face nescio quos esto contentus amores
462inritare tua, nec laudes adsere nostras.”
463Filius huic Veneris “figat tuus omnia, Phoebe,
464te meus arcus:” ait “quantoque animalia cedunt
465cuncta deo tanto minor est tua gloria nostra.”
466Dixit et eliso percussis aere pennis