Quis tibi tunc alacri caelestum in munere claro, Stella, dies! quanto salierunt pectora voto, dulcia cum dominae dexter conubia vultus annuit! ire polo nitidosque errare per axes visus.
What a day for you, Stella, was that, as you sprang to the gods splendid gift! How your heart leaped with desire when your mistress favoring face assented to sweet wedlock! You thought you were in heaven, walking through the shining firmament.
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