Ovid

“ And she who, having ridden over the sea on a pretend young bull,
Held the curved horns in her virgin hand.
We too shall be sung about equally throughout the whole world
And my name will always be linked to yours. ”

“ Let her at least allow herself to be loved,
(then) Venus will have heard my many prayers!
Accept (me) , one who shall be a slave to you through long years;
Accept (me) , one who knows [how] to love you with spotless faith. ”