ABSTRACT
“My gracious and beautiful Pomona, fleeing the frigid Peligni 1 waters, shields herself from them and from the plain that brings them; and with her effects she curbs and binds the furious horns of Bacchus, should he perhaps thrust them beyond measure, happily offering that which Peleus’ wife 2 rules for overcoming thirst, so that rightful appetite does not become sinful.
