nec fragili geminae poliantur pumice frontes, hirsutus passis ut videare comis. neve liturarum pudeat; qui viderit illas, de lacrimis factas sentiet esse meis.
Let no brittle pumice polish your two edges; I would have you appear with locks all rough and disordered. Be not ashamed of blots; he who sees them will feel that they were caused by my tears.
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