Quid mirare, meam si versat femina vitam et trahit addictum sub sua iura virum, criminaque ignavi capitis mihi turpia fingis, quod nequeam fracto rumpere vincla iugo? ventorum melius praesagit navita morem, vulneribus didicit miles habere metum.
Why wonder that a woman governs my life, and hauls off a man in bondage to her sway? Why do you frame shameful charges of cowardice against me because I cannot burst my bonds and break the yoke? The sailor best predicts the temper of the winds; the soldier has learned from his wounds to feel fear.
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