his ego non horam possum durare querelis: ah pereat, si quis lentus amare potest! an mihi sit tanti doctas cognoscere Athenas atque Asiae veteres cernere divitias, ut mihi deducta faciat convicia puppi Cynthia et insanis ora notet manibus, osculaque opposito dicat sibi debita vento, et nihil infido durius esse viro? tu patrui meritas conare anteire secures, et vetera oblitis iura refer sociis.
Amid these complaints I cannot last for an hour: perish the man who can be indifferent in love! Is it worth so much to me to visit learned Athens and set eyes on the ancient riches of Asia only for Cynthia to abuse me when my ship is launched and scratch her face with frantic fingers, crying that she owes my kisses only to the wind that forbade me sail and that no one is crueller than a faithless man? You must attempt to surpass your uncles merited axes and to restore the old laws to forgetful allies.
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