nam me non ullae poterunt corrumpere, de te quin ego, vita, tuo limine verba querar; nec me deficiet nautas rogitare citatos dicite, quo portu clausa puella meast? et dicam licet Artaciis considat in oris, et licet Hylaeis, illa futura meast.
For no woman will be able to lure me away from uttering at your door, my dearest, words of grievance about you; nor will I cease to accost and ask of sailors: Tell me, what harbour shelters my sweetheart? And I shall aver Though she settle on Propontic shores or shores beyond Scythia, yet shall she be mine.
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