servitium sed triste datur, teneorque catenis, et numquam misero vincla remittit Amor, et seu quid merui seu nil peccavimus, urit.
Yea, harsh slavery is my lot'chains to hold me and Love that never slackens the wretched prisoners bonds, and burns me whether I have deserved to suffer or have done no wrong. Ah, how I burn!
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