Nerine Galatea, thymo mihi dulcior Hyblae, mp candidior cycnis, hedera formosior alba, cum primum pasti repetent praesepia tauri, si qua tui Corydonis habet te cura, venito.
Galatea, child of Nereus, sweeter to me than Hyblas thyme, whiter than the swan, lovelier than pale ivy, as soon as the bulls come back from pasture to the stalls, if you have any love for your Corydon, come to me!
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