That same Cónon espied among lights Celestial shiningMe, Berenice's Hair, which, from her glorious head, Fulgent in brightness afar, to many a host of the GodheadsStretching her soft smooth arms she vowed to devoutly bestow,What time strengthened by joy of new-made wedlock the monarchBounds of Assyrian land hurried to plunder and pill;Bearing of nightly strife new signs and traces delicious,Won in the war he waged virginal trophies to win. Loathsome is Venus to all new-paired? Else why be the parents'Pleasure frustrated aye by the false flow of tears Poured in profusion amid illuminate genial chamber?Nay not real the 'groans; ever so help me the Gods!This truth taught me my Queen by force of manifold 'plainingsAfter her new groom hied facing the fierceness of fight.Yet so thou mournedst not for a bed deserted of husband,