Tandem uenit amor, qualem texisse pudori
quam nudasse alicui sit mihi fama magis.
Exorata meis illum Cytherea Camenis
attulit in nostrum deposuitque sinum.
Exsoluit promissa Venus: mea gaudia narret, 5
dicetur si quis non habuisse sua.
Non ego signatis quicquam mandare tabellis,
ne legat id nemo quam meus ante, uelim,
sed peccasse iuuat, uultus componere famae
taedet: cum digno digna fuisse ferar. 10
Finally love came, and the rumor that I had
concealed would cause greater shame than if I had laid it bare.
Having been persuaded, Venus brought him to my poetry
and laid him in my lap.
Venus let loose these promises: if anyone tells of my joy,
it is decreed that I have not had it.
I do not demand anything with sealed letters,
lest no one read it before than my own, I would wish,
but he delights to have done wrong, to compose the appearance of a rumor
he tires me: let it be said that when I am with someone worthy I am worthy.
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