o utinam traiecta cava mea vocula rima percussas dominae vertat in auriculas! sit licet et saxo patientior illa Sicano, sit licet et ferro durior et chalybe, non tamen illa suos poterit compescere ocellos, surget et invitis spiritus in lacrimis.
O that a word of mine might pass through an open crack, and reach and strike upon my sweethearts ears! Though she be more impassive even than Sicilian lava, though she be harder even than iron or steel, yet she will not be able to control her eyes, and sobs will arise amid involuntary tears.
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