For ladies' love I late was fit,And good success my warfare blest,But now my arms, my lyre I quit,And hang them up to rust or rest.Here, where arising from the seaStands Venus, lay the load at last,Links, crowbars, and artillery,Threatening all doors that dared be fast.O Goddess! Cyprus owns thy sway,And Memphis, far from Thracian snow;Raise high thy lash, and deal me, pray,That haughty Chloe just one blow!When guilt goes forth, let lapwings shrill,And dogs and foxes great with young,And wolves from far Lanuvian hill,Give clamorous tongue:Across the roadway dart the snake,Frightening, like arrow loosed from string,The horses. I, for friendship's sake,Watching each wing,