gratia magna Iovi: vetuit Pater ipse valere, iurasset cupide quidquid ineptus amor; perque suas impune sinit Dictynna sagittas adfirmes, crines perque Minerva suos.
Be not afraid to swear. Null and void are the perjuries of love; the winds bear them ineffective over land and the face of the sea. Great thanks to Jove! The Sire himself has decreed no oath should stand that love has taken in the folly of desire. Dictynna lets thee without harm assever by her arrows, Minerva by her hair.
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