Qui nullam tibi dicebas iam posse nocere, haesisti, cecidit spiritus ille tuus! vix unum potes, infelix, requiescere mensem, et turpis de te iam liber alter erit
Enslaved again You were saying that no girl could hurt you now, and here you are caught! Your proud spirit has succumbed! You can scarcely keep quiet for a single month, poor wretch, and now a second book will prove a source of scandal about you.
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