desine iam revocare tuis periuria verbis, Cynthia, et oblitos parce movere deos; audax ah nimium, nostro dolitura periclo, si quid forte tibi durius inciderit! alta prius retro labentur flumina ponto, annus et inversas duxerit ante vices, quam tua sub nostro mutetur pectore cura: sis quodcumque voles, non aliena tamen.
Cease now, Cynthia, to remind me of your infidelity by your words, and do not provoke the gods now that they have forgotten. Ah, woman all too rash, it is at my cost that you will suffer, should any harm befall you! Sooner shall deep rivers flow backward from the sea and sooner the year bring on its seasons in inverted order, than the love for you in my heart shall change: be whatever you like, but be not anothers.
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