nam tua non aetas umquam cessavit amori, semper at armatae cura fuit patriae; et tibi non umquam nostros puer iste labores afferat et lacrimis omnia nota meis! me sine, quem semper voluit fortuna iacere, huic animam extremam reddere nequitiae.
For your youth has never had time for love, but you always thought of your warring fatherland; and may Cupid never bring you torments such as mine and all the sorrows known to my tears! Allow me, whom Fortune willed to lie ever prostrate, to give up my final breath to this worthlessness.
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