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Bk IV:190-213 Leuconoë's story: Venus's revenge.
"But Cytherea, remembering the informer, exacted punishment, and took revenge on him. He who harmed her secret affair was equally harmed by love. Son of Hyperion, what use to you now, are beauty, lustre, and radiant light? Surely, you who make all countries burn with your fires, burn with a new fire. You, who should discern everything, contemplate Leucothoë, and your eyes, that ought to be fixed on the whole earth, are fixed on one virgin girl. Sometimes you rise too early in the dawn sky. Sometimes you sink too late into the waves. Thinking of her, you lengthen the winter hours. Sometimes you vanish, your mind's defect affecting your light, and, obscured, terrify men's hearts. It is not because the moon's shadow, closer to the earth, eclipses you, that you fade. It is that love of yours that determines your aspect. You only love her.
"You forget Clymene, Phaethon's mother, and the nymph Rhode, and Perse, the most beautiful mother of Aeaean Circe, and Clytie, although despised, seeks union with you, and, even now, suffers its deep wounds. Leucothoë makes you forget them all, she whom loveliest Eurynome gave birth to, among the people who produce sweet-smelling incense. But when the daughter grew to womanhood, she outshone her mother, as her mother surpassed all others. Her father Orchamus ruled the Achaemenian Cities of Persia, seventh in line from ancient Belus, the founder."
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