at tu nunc nostro, Venus, o succurre dolori, rumpat ut assiduis membra libidinibus! ergo muneribus quivis mercatur amorem? Iuppiter, indigna merce puella perit.
But, Venus, can you now help me in my distress? So that he destroys himself because of his insatiable desires! Is it true that love can be bought with gifts? Jupiter, my girl's destruction is not worth such a price!