quam vellem tecum longas requiescere noctes et tecum longos pervigilare dies, perfida nec merito nobis nec amica merenti, perfida, sed, quamvis perfida, cara tamen! Naida Bacchus amat: cessas, o lente minister? temperet annosum Marcia lympha merum.
How I could wish to pass with thee long nights of rest and spend with thee long waking days, maid faithless for no fault of mine, nor loyal when I deserved, but though faithless, beloved still. Bacchus loves the Naiad. Dost thou lag, my slow attendant? Let Marcian water temper our ancient wine.
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