si non vana canunt mea somnia, Lygdame, testor, poena erit ante meos sera sed ampla pedes; putris et in vacuo texetur aranea lecto: noctibus illorum dormiet ipsa Venus.
If my dreams portend the truth, Lygdamus, I swear that he shall pay a late but ample penalty at my very feet; dusty cobwebs will be woven over his empty bed and Venus herself will sleep on their nights of love.
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