quid queror heu misero carmen nocuisse, quid herbas? forma nihil magicis utitur auxiliis: sed corpus tetigisse nocet, sed longa dedisse oscula, sed femori conseruisse femur.
Why do I complain, alas! that spells or herbs have worked me woe? Beauty needs no aid from sorcery. Tis touching the body does the harm, giving the long kiss, resting thigh by thigh.
final_alignments\Tibullus_Elegies.json