dulcius urbe quid est? an villa sit apta puellae atque Arretino frigidus amnis agro? iam, nimium Messalla mei studiose, quiescas: non tempestivae saepe, propinque, viae.
What is more pleasant than the town? Would a grange be fit place for a girl, or the chill river of Arretium and its fields? Rest now, Messalla, from thy excessive zeal for me. Journeys, my kinsman, are oft ill-timed.
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