illic formosae veniant chorus heroinae, quas dedit Argivis Dardana praeda viris: quarum nulla tua fuerit mihi, Cynthia, forma gratior et (Tellus hoc ita iusta sinat) quamvis te longae remorentur fata senectae, cara tamen lacrimis ossa futura meis.
There, even if in a troupe to greet me come all the lovely heroines whom the sack of Troy gave to the heroes of Greece, there is none of them, Cynthia, whose beauty will please me more than yours; and (so may the righteous Earth permit) though the destiny of a long old age detain you, still will your body be dear to my tears.
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