Shall I be punished more severely
than Actaeon he only gazed on the
Goddess from afar in the wood hie
dea silvarum venatu fessa solebat
virgineos artus liquido perfundere
rore her maiden limbs in the crystal water while I in my ardor pursued her into the shower laving
with impious (and soapy) hands
the breasts of the celestial as the
warm rain upon them circumfus—
aeque Dianam corporibus texere suis the nymphs thronging about her
weaving a screen with their bodies
Actaeon was torn to pieces by his
own dogs what fate now awaits me?