tranquillo tuta descendis flumine cumba: quid tibi tam parvi limitis unda nocet? alter saepe uno mutat praecordia verbo, altera vix ipso sanguine mollis erit.
Down a smooth stream in a safe skiff you glide: for how can the waves of a tiny channel hurt you? A boys heart is often mollified by a single word, whereas a girl will scarce relent though your blood be shed.
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