non haec miseram sperare iubebas, sed conubia laeta, sed optatos hymenaeos: quae cuncta aerii discerpunt irrita venti.
not this didst thou bid me hope, ah me! no, but a joyful wedlock, but a desired espousal; all which the winds of Heaven now blow abroad in vain.
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