o ubi purpureo suffusus sanguine candor sidereique orbes radiataque lumina caelo et castigatae collecta modestia frontis ingenuique super crines mollisque decorae margo comae? blandis ubinam ora arguta querelis osculaque impliciti vernos redolentia flores, et mixtae risu lacrimae penitusque loquentis Hyblaeis vox mulsa favis, cui sibila serpens poneret et saevae vellent servire novercae? nil veris affingo bonis.
Oh where is that fair complexion, suffused with red of blood, those starry eyes radiant from heaven, and the compact modesty of your smooth brow, tresses untutored above, soft fringe of comely hair? Where that garrulous mouth with its winsome complaint, those lips redolent of spring flowers as you embraced him, those tears blended with laughter, those accents sweetened through and through by Hyblas honeycombs, at which a serpent would cease from hissing and cruel stepmothers be fain to serve him? Truly those charms were his, nothing added by me.
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