o quotiens, verbis ne quisquam conscius esset, ipse comes multa lumina nocte tuli! saepe insperanti venit tibi munere nostro et latuit clausas post adoperta fores.
Oh, how oft in the late night, that none should be privy to thy wooing, did I myself attend thee with the light in my hand! Often, when thou didst not hope for her, she came through my good offices, and stood hid, a veiled figure, behind the fast shut door.
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