Quae fueram magnis olim patefacta triumphis, ianua Patriciae vota Pudicitiae, cuius inaurati celebrarunt limina currus, captorum lacrimis umida supplicibus, nunc ego, nocturnis potorum saucia rixis, pulsata indignis saepe queror manibus, et mihi non desunt turpes pendere corollae semper et exclusi signa iacere faces.
The doors complaint I who of old stood open to welcome splendid triumphs, a door vowed to Patrician Chastity, whose threshold was thronged with gilded chariots and moistened with captives suppliant tears, today, scarred by the nightly brawls of drunken youths, I complain at being oft battered by ill-bred hands, and shameful garlands fail not to hang from me or torches ever cease to lie before me, signs of the excluded lover.
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