Fundit ager segetes, Cereris ne despice munus, Hoc sine subsidio friget et alget amor. Cum cerasis hic poma legunt matura puellae, Aurifer Hesperidum quidquid et hortus habet. Et tua fer tecum vincula, tela, faces. Quae prius a Cypro meruisti Cypria dici, Incola iam Cupri Cupria mater eris. Fairer Than flowers of Eryx or Idalian shrubbery Are the wildflowers in the hill-fields of Fife.
Horses can race here, young men strut their stuff.
The River Eden trumps the glassy Acidalian fountain. My Eden's top-heavy with swans. Venus, girl, everywhere you look, Corn swooshes in the July wind, walled gardens Bubble over with fruit. Whatever gold yon Hesperides are good for Cupar can match. So Venus, Come on, with your lingerie of chains, Your arrows, your torches.