et spatia annorum et longa intervalla profundi lenibunt tacito vulnera nostra sinu: seu moriar, fato, non turpi fractus amore: aeque erit illa mihi mortis honesta dies.
Both the passage of time and the seas far-sundering will ease the wounds that linger in my silent breast: or if I die, it will be naturally and not laid low by a shameful love: in either case the day of my death will bring me no dishonour.
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