quam vereor, ne te contempto, Cynthia, busto abstrahat a nostro pulvere iniquus Amor, cogat et invitam lacrimas siccare cadentis! flectitur assiduis certa puella minis.
How I fear, Cynthia, that you would spurn my grave, that cruel Love may tear you away from my dust and force you against your will to dry the falling tears! Eventually the truest girl yields to incessant importunity.
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