[ Littera pervenit tua, quo consuevit, Aconti,
Et paene est oculis insidiate meis. ]
Pertimui, scriptumque tuum sine murmure legi,
Iuraret ne quos inscia lingua deos.
Et, puto, captasses iterum, nisi, ut ipse fateris,
Promissam scires me satis esse semel.
Nec lectura fui, sed, si tibi dura fuissem,
Aucta foret saevae forsitan ira deae.
I READ over your letter in silent fear, nor suffered so much as a murmur to escape me, lest my tongue might rashly swear by some of the gods. I even think you would have ensnared me again, but that, as you own yourself, you knew it was enough I was once promised to you.  Nor would I have read it over, but from a fear that my obstinacy might have encreased the anger of the too cruel goddess.