What hurts is to have touched the body, to have given long kisses, to have tangled thigh with thigh. And you, remember, don't be hard on the boy. Venus avenges unfriendly acts with torment. And don't ask for gifts. Let white-haired lovers give them, so they can warm their freezing limbs in the silky fold. Dearer than gold's the boy whose smooth face shines, in whose embrace no rough beard scratches.
