Qvid prodest caelum votis implesse, Neaera, blandaque cum multa tura dedisse prece, non ut marmorei prodirem e limine tecti, insignis clara conspicuusque domo, aut ut multa mei renovarent iugera tauri et magnas messes terra benigna daret, sed tecum ut longae sociarem gaudia vitae inque tuo caderet nostra senecta sinu, tum cum permenso defunctus tempore lucis nudus Lethaea cogerer ire rate? nam grave quid prodest pondus mihi divitis auri, arvaque si findant pinguia mille boves?
What gain is it to have filled the heavens with vows, Neaera, and offered persuasive incense with constant prayer, not that I might step out from the threshold of a marble dwelling, observed and noted for a glorious house, or that bulls of mine might turn the clods oer many a rood and earth in her bounty give me great harvests, but that through long years of life I might share my joys with thee, and that in thine arms might drop my aged frame in the hour when my course of light was fully run and stripped of all I was forced to voyage on the barque of Lethe? What good to me were heavy weight of precious gold or a thousand oxen cleaving my rich fields?
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