Forte, serenati qua stat plaga lactea caeli, alma Venus thalamo pulsa modo nocte iacebat amplexu duro Getici resoluta mariti.
It chanced on a night just banished that gracious Venus lay in her bower, where stands tranquil heavens Milky Way, relaxed from her Getic husbands rough embrace.
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