Juno's Speech

Enough of thee, maid; flower-laden fair-- 
Enough of hands upon thy bosom white; 
Enough of kisses tumbled in thy hair; 
Enough of lust and pleasure's warm delight! 
No--the only touch you will now enjoy 
Will be hands as they milk thy cowish form! 
No more for thee, gazes of lusty boys-- 
Instead, eyes of monster; of rage and storm! 
With my husband, thy last dalliance, child-- 
Thy last moment of beauty; of pleasure. 
You crave wildness, but I shall make thee mild-- 
She who pleasures, adulterous Divine 
Shall take her true form and become bovine!