quid Tyrio recubare toro sine amore secundo prodest cum fletu nox vigilanda venit? nam neque tunc plumae nec stragula picta soporem nec sonitus placidae ducere possit aquae.
What gain is it to lie on Tyrian cushions with Love untoward, when night must pass in waking and weeping? For then can neither pillows of feathers nor broidered coverlets nor the sound of purling waters bring me sleep.
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