A Euripidean one; it echoes a chorus in the Medea.
Love may lead through lands of excess,
destructive deeds and dark despair,
though when moderate in measure, more meaningful is none.
O Cyprian Queen, conquer me never
with poisoned passion's arrows pierce me not.
May quiet content me and keep me safe
from longing for love that leads astray,
from chaos and quarrel and recrimination;
may she help and hallow the harmonious union.
O place of my people, protect me from harm,
keep me with care from being uncountried.
No sorrow surpasses a cityless grief.
Friendless, the heart must fear to fall.
Let love not lead me away by lies
to destructive deeds and dark despair.