illa mihi totis argutat noctibus ignes, et queritur nullos esse relicta deos; illa meam mihi iam se denegat, illa minatur quae solet ingrato tristis amica viro.
All night long she shrills her passion at me, complaining that, if I desert her, there are no gods; she tells me she is no longer mine and utters those threats that an upset mistress is wont to cast at an ungrateful lover.
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