et si quid doliturus eris, sine testibus illis! cum venient, siccis oscula falle genis! sat tibi sint noctes, quas de me, Paulle, fatiges, somniaque in faciem credita saepe meam: atque ubi secreto nostra ad simulacra loqueris, ut responsurae singula verba iace.
And if you are about to grieve, do so when they cannot witness it; when they come, deceive their kisses with cheeks that are dry. Be the nights enough for you to wear out with thoughts of me, and the dreams which oft by faith assume my features: and when in secret you speak to my image, utter every word as though I would reply.
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