heu vatum ignarae mentes! quid vota furentem, quid delubra iuvant? est mollis flamma medullas interea et tacitum vivit sub pectore vulnus.
Ah, the blind souls of seers! Of what avail are vows or shrines to one wild with love? All the while the flame devours her tender heartstrings, and deep in her breast lives the silent wound.