1, 2a, 2b, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

10, 11, 12, 13, 14a, 14b, 15, 16, 17

Poem 2b:  A golden apple

Tam gratum est mihi quam ferunt puellae

pernici aureolum fuisse malum

quod zonam soluit diu ligatam.

It’s as pleasing to me as they say

a golden apple was to a racegirl

which loosened a girdle too-long tied.

Notes
A fragment, wrongly attached to Poem 2a. The story is of Atalanta, who offered to marry anyone who could beat her in a running race (or kill them if they didn’t). Hippomenes won her hand by dropping golden apples in her way, which she stopped to pick up, thereby losing the race.

The Latin metre is hendecasyllables; the English metre is iambic tetrameters.