sin aliquem infandum casum, Fortuna, minaris, nunc, nunc o liceat crudelem abrumpere vitam, dum curae ambiguae, dum spes incerta futuri, dum te, care puer, mea sera et sola voluptas, complexu teneo, gravior neu nuntius auris vulneret.
But if, Fortune, you threaten some dread mischance, now, oh, now may I break the thread of cruel life'while fears are doubtful, while hope reads not the future, while you, beloved boy, my late and lone delight, are held in my embrace; and may no heavier tidings wound my ear!