ante tuos quotiens verti me, perfida, postes, debitaque occultis vota tuli manibus! haec ille et si quae miseri novistis amantes, et matutinis obstrepit alitibus.
How often, deceitful door, have I turned round before your portals and with stealthy hands paid the due vow! Thus cries he, with all the pleas known to you wretched lovers, and his voice is raised against the dawn chorus.
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