sed fugitare decet simulacra et pabula amoris absterrere sibi atque alio convertere mentem et iacere umorem conlectum in corpora quaeque, nec retinere, semel conversum unius amore, et servare sibi curam certumque dolorem; ulcus enim vivescit et inveterascit alendo, inque dies gliscit furor atque aerumna gravescit, si non prima novis conturbes volnera plagis volgivagaque vagus Venere ante recentia cures aut alio possis animi traducere motus.
But it is fitting to flee from images, to scare away what feeds love, to turn the mind in other directions, to cast the collected liquid into any body, and not to retain it, being wrapped up once for all in the love of one, nor to cherish care and certain pain for yourself. For the sore quickens and becomes inveterate by feeding, daily the madness takes on and the tribulation grows heavier, if you do not confuse the first wounds by new blows, and cure them in time while fresh by wandering with Venus light-o-love, or tum your thoughts in some other direction.
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