tantum cara tibi quantum nec filia matri, quantum nec cupido bella puella viro, pro qua sollicitas caelestia numina votis, quae tibi securos non sinit ire dies et, cum te fusco Somnus velavit amictu, vanum nocturnis fallit imaginibus, carminibus celebrata tuis formosa Neaera alterius mavult esse puella viri, diversasque tuis agitat mens impia curas, nec gaudet casta nupta Neaera domo.
She who is as precious to thee as is no daughter to her mother nor maiden fair to her yearning husband, for whom thy prayers give the powers of heaven no rest, who never lets thy day pass without misgiving, and when Sleep has wrapped thee in his dusky robe baffles and mocks thee with her semblances in the night, the beautiful Neaera whom thy songs have made renowned, prefers to be the girl of another man. Her wicked heart pursues a love not shared with you, and Neaera delights not to be a wife in a virtuous home.
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