ah quotiens vestras resonant mea verba sub umbras, scribitur et teneris Cynthia corticibus! ah tua quot peperit nobis iniuria curas, quae solum tacitis cognita sunt foribus! omnia consuevi timidus perferre superbae iussa neque arguto facta dolore queri.
Ah, how often my words echo beneath your shade, and Cynthias name is written on your delicate bark! Ah, how much anguish has your cruelty caused me, anguish known only to your silent door! Faint-hearted, I have accustomed myself to put up with a womans every tyrannical command and not complain in shrill cries of what she has done.
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