L. has tibi, Phylli, preces iam pallidus, hos tibi cantus dat Lycidas, quos nocte miser modulatur acerba, dum flet et excluso disperdit lumina somno.
L. These prayers, Phyllis, your Lycidas, now wan with grief, despatches to you, this song which in misery he plays through the painful night, weeping the while and by banishment of sleep doing despite to his eyes.
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