“…When will my spring arrive?
When will I be like the swallow so I can stop my silence?
I have wasted my Muse with silence and Phoebus does not look my way
This is the way Amyclae perished because it was silent.
“Tomorrow let him love who has never loved, and who has let tomorrow love.”

…quando ver venit meum?
Quando fiam uti chelidon, uti tacere desinam?
Perdidi Musam tacendo, nec me Phoebus respicit
Sic Amyclas, cum tacerent, perdidit silentium.
Cras amet qui numquam amavit, quique amavit cras amet.

Pervigilium Veneris, attributed to a late antique poet named Tiberianus.