terra prius falso partu deludet arantis, et citius nigros Sol agitabit equos, fluminaque ad caput incipient revocare liquores, aridus et sicco gurgite piscis erit, quam possim nostros alio transferre dolores: huius ero vivus, mortuus huius ero.
Sooner shall the land mock ploughmen with the wrong crops, sooner the Sun drive a chariot of darkness, and rivers begin to recall their waters to their source, and the deep dry up and leave its fish athirst, than I be able to transfer my love-pangs elsewhere: hers will I be in life, in death I will be hers.
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