illa quidem nuptumque prior taedasque marito passa alio, sed te ceu virginitate iugatum visceribus totis animaque amplexa fovebat, qualiter aequaevo sociatam palmite vitem ulmus amat miscetque nemus ditemque precatur autumnum et caris gaudet redimita racemis laudantur proavis et pulchrae munere formae quae morum caruere bonis falsaeque potentes laudis egent verae: tibi quamquam et origo niteret et felix species multumque optanda maritis, ex te maior honos, unum novisse cubile, unum secretis agitare sub ossibus ignem.
She had indeed been through marriage before, known the torches with another spouse, but you she cherished, embracing you with all her heart and soul, as though a virgin bride; even as elm loves vine, sharing coeval branches, mingling foliage, praying for a bountiful autumn, rejoicing to be wreathed in the beloved clusters. Women who lack the moral virtues are praised for their ancestors or their gift of beauty; they have the false esteem, but lack the true. Your birth was splendid, your aspect pleasing as a husband could desire, but greater the dignity that came from yourself'to know one bed only, to cherish one flame in your heart of hearts.
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