illa quidem meruit, sed ne, precor, igne superno aestuet aut dura feriatur grandine; tantum spargere tu laticem et foliis turbare memento.
She has indeed deserved it, but let her not pant, I pray, with the heat above her or be struck by harsh hail; only be mindful to scatter and ruffle the pool with your leaves.
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