nonne fuit levius dominae pervincere mores (quamvis dura, tamen rara puella fuit), quam sic ignotis circumdata litora silvis cernere et optatos quaerere Tyndaridas? illic si qua meum sepelissent fata dolorem, ultimus et posito staret amore lapis, illa meo caros donasset funere crines, molliter et tenera poneret ossa rosa; illa meum extremo clamasset pulvere nomen, ut mihi non ullo pondere terra foret.
Was it not easier to conquer my mistresss temper (cruel though she was, she was still beyond compare) than thus to look upon a strand hemmed in by strange forests, and vainly seek Castor and Pollux, whom I need so much? Were it at home that some fate had put an end to my sorrow, and a gravestone stood upon my buried love, she would at my funeral have made offering of her precious hair and gently laid my bones in a soft bed of roses; she would have cried out my name over my ashes, praying that earth lie lightly on me.
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