I was preparing to output arms and violent wars in grave meter, with the material matching the rhythm.
The lower verse was equal; Cupid is said to have laughed and to have stolen away one foot.
§1.1.5'Quis tibi, saeve puer, dedit hoc in carmina iuris?
'Who gave you, cruel boy, this right over poetry?
§1.1.6Pieridum vates, non tua turba sumus.
We are the bards of the Pierides, not your crowd.
What if Venus should snatch away the arms of golden-haired Minerva, while golden-haired Minerva fanned the kindled torches?
Who would approve of Ceres reigning in the mountainous forests, while the fields are cultivated under the law of the quivered maiden?
Who would equip Phoebus, distinguished for his hair, with a sharp spear, while Mars plays the Aonian lyre?
Great and too powerful are your realms, boy; why do you aspire to a new task, ambitious one?
§1.1.15An, quod ubique, tuum est? tua sunt Heliconia tempe?
Or is everything everywhere yours? Are the valleys of Helicon yours?
§1.1.16Vix etiam Phoebo iam lyra tuta sua est?
Is his own lyre now scarcely safe even for Phoebus?
§1.1.17Cum bene surrexit versu nova pagina primo, §1.1.18Attenuat nervos proximus ille meos; §1.1.19Nec mihi materia est numeris levioribus apta, §1.1.20Aut puer aut longas compta puella comas. ' §1.1.21Questus eram, pharetra cum protinus ille soluta §1.1.22Legit in exitium spicula facta meum, §1.1.23Lunavitque genu sinuosum fortiter arcum, §1.1.24'Quod' que 'canas, vates, accipe' dixit 'opus!'
When a new page has risen well with the first verse, that next one weakens my strength; nor do I have material suitable for lighter rhythms, either a boy or a girl with her long hair adorned.' I had complained, when straightway he, having loosened his quiver, selected arrows made for my destruction, and stoutly bent the curved bow against his knee, and said: 'Receive, O bard, the work that you may sing!' Ah, wretched me!
§1.1.25Me miserum! certas habuit puer ille sagittas.
That boy had unerring arrows.
§1.1.26Uror, et in vacuo pectore regnat Amor.
I burn, and Love reigns in my empty breast.