Ianthe can look forward to a time Of wedding torches and of wedding vows,And trusts that one whom she believes a manWill be her man. Iphis, however, loves With hopeless desperation, which increasesIn strict proportion to its hopelessnessAnd burns—a maiden—for another maid!ll. 1038-1047Cows do not burn for cows, nor mares for mares;The ram will have his sheep, the stag his does,And birds will do the same when they assemble;There are no animals whose females lustFor other females! I wish that I were dead! “But the gods have not denied my anythingAgreeably, they’ve given what they could;My father wishes for me what I wish, She and her father both would have it be;But Nature, much more powerful than they are, Wishes it not—sole source of all my woe!” “And you who were so recently a girl Are now a boy! Bring gifts to the goddess! […]The next day’s sun revealed the great wide worldWith Venus, Juno, and Hymen all togetherGathered beneath the smoking nuptial torches, And Iphis in possession of Ianthe.