tu quoque, qui aestivos spatiosus exigis ignes,
Phoebe, moraturae contrahe lucix iter.
nox mihi prima venit! primae da tempora nocti!
longius in primo, Luna, morare toro.
"You too, Sun, who draws out fires far and wide,
hurry the journey of your lingering light––
my first night is coming! Add time to my first night!
Stay a while, Moon, over our first union!"
Propertius III.XX.11-15, Fedeli 1986