tu vero, regina, tuens cum sidera divam placabis festis luminibus Venerem, unguinis expertem non siveris esse tuam me, sed potius largis affice muneribus.
And you, my queen, when gazing up to the stars you propitiate Venus on festive days, let not me your handmaid want perfumes, but rather enrich me with bounteous gifts.
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