nota venus furtiva mihi est, ut lenis agatur spiritus, ut nec dent oscula rapta sonum; et possum media quamvis obrepere nocte et strepitu nullo clam reserare fores.
I know the secret ways of love, how the breath may be taken gently, and how kisses may be snatched and make no sound. I can steal up een in the dead of night, and unseen unbar the door without a sound.
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