Hesterna, mea lux, cum potus nocte vagarer, nec me servorum duceret ulla manus, obvia, nescio quot pueri, mihi turba, minuti, venerat (hos vetuit me numerare timor); quorum alii faculas, alii retinere sagittas, pars etiam visast vincla parare mihi.
The poets reception: fantasy Last night, my love, as I wandered steeped in wine with no band of slaves to guide me, a crowd of tiny boys accosted me, I know not how many, since fear prevented my counting them; some, I fancied, held torches, some arrows, and others were even getting fetters ready for me.
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