haec modo pavonis caudae flabella superbae et manibus durae frigus habere pilae, et cupit interdum talos me poscere eburnos, quaeque nitent Sacra vilia dona Via.
This girl now wants a fan from a proud peacocks tail and to hold in her hands the coolness of hard crystal; at times she is minded to ask me for ivory dice and glittering trumpery from the Sacred Way.
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