Non ideo, Gelli, sperabam te mihi fidum in misero hoc nostro, hoc perdito amore fore, quod te cognossem bene constantemve putarem aut posse a turpi mentem inhibere probro,      sed neque quod matrem nec germanam esse videbam hanc tibi, cuius me magnus edebat amor.
I hoped, Gellius, that you would be true to me in this miserable, this ruinous love of mine, not on the ground that I knew you, or thought that you were truly honourable or could restrain your mind from baseness or villainy, but because I saw that she,    whose mighty love was consuming me, was neither mother nor sister of yours.
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