tibia continuis succumbat rauca choreis, et sint nequitiae libera verba tuae, dulciaque ingratos adimant convivia somnos; publica vicinae perstrepat aura viae: sint sortes nobis talorum interprete iactu, quem gravius pennis verberet ille puer.
Let the hoarse-throated pipe become exhausted with all-night dancing, and the language of your naughtiness lack all restraint, and let sweet conviviality take away thankless slumbers; let the public air of the neighbouring street resound with noise: let us play at fortunes with a cast of dice to reveal which of us two Cupid beats the harder with his wings.
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