sidera sunt testes et matutina pruina et furtim misero ianua aperta mihi, te nihil in vita nobis acceptius umquam: nunc quoque erit, quamvis sis inimica, nihil.
The stars are my witness, and the morning rime, and the door that discreetly opened to my wretched self, that no one in all my life has ever been dearer to me than you: nor will anyone be so now, for all your unkindness to me.
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