τὴν πρὶν ἐνεσφρήγισσεν Ἔρως θρασὺς εἰκόνα μορφῆς ἡμετέρης θερμῷ βένθεϊ σῆς κραδίης → the image of my beauty that bold Love earlier stamped in the hot depths of your heart
win a victory whose fruit is tears
