Oh Muse! endow my verses like the grease which in a pliable state, straightens the choppy motion. Dear Apollo! enlighten my words like the hell fire that light gives, yet a sharp gaze broils the eggs. Oh wretched Hydes! weep but one more time for me for the constellation bears rain no more. Oh Jove! rain the one pacific upon me for I will to drown myself today. Ah flora! the color of spring has blanched away for the pompoms bloom ashen Lovely Aurora! why you withhold yourself from me? She's glum with me, why trying you too be? Eye some Aphrodite! take care of and preserve the winsomeness. for the lass* knows no value, it has to me...