Passer, deliciae meae puellae, quicum ludere, quem in sinu tenere, cui primum digitum dare appetenti et acris solet incitare morsus cum desiderio meo nitenti carum nescio quid lubet iocari, credo ut, cum gravis acquiescet ardor, sit solaciolum sui doloris, tecum ludere sicut ipsa possem et tristis animi levare curas!
Sparrow, my ladys pet, with whom she often plays whilst she holds you in her lap, or gives you her fingertip to peck and provokes you to bite sharply, whenever she, the bright-shining lady of my love, has a mind for some sweet pretty play, in hope, as I think, that when the sharper smart of love abates, she may find some small relief from her pain'ah, might I but play with you as she does, and lighten the gloomy cares of my heart!
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