acer Amor, fractas utinam tua tela sagittas, si licet, extinctas aspiciamque faces! tu miserum torques, tu me mihi dira precari cogis et insana mente nefanda loqui.
Fierce Love, oh, if this could be, I would see thine arms destroyed, the arrows broken and the torches quenched. Thou rackest me with anguish: thou forcest me to curse myself and in impious speech to vent the frenzy of my soul.
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