quare, si sapis, oblatas ne desere messes et stolidum pleno vellere carpe pecus; deinde, ubi consumpto restabit munere pauper, dic alias iterum naviget Illyrias! Cynthia non sequitur fasces nec curat honores: semper amatorum ponderat una sinus; semper in Oceanum mittit me quaerere gemmas, et iubet ex ipsa tollere dona Tyro.
So, if you have any sense, neglect not the proffered harvest and pluck the foolish full-fleeced sheep; then, when his presents are used up and he is left penniless, tell him to sail again to some other Illyria. Cynthia does not court the rods of office or care for magistracies: she, as no other, always weighs her lovers purses; she is always sending me to the ocean to look for pearls and ordering me to fetch gifts from Tyre itself.
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