quae modo per vilis inspectast publica noctes, haec nunc aurata cyclade signat humum; te patiente meae conflavit imaginis aurum, ardente e nostro dotem habitura rogo.
She who lately offered herself in public for cheap nights of love now brushes the ground with the gilded hem of her cloak: you did nothing to stop her melting down a gold image of me and putting me to the flames so that she could have a dowry!
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