taceo civitatem ipsam tui semper sic amantissimam, ut soli nobilium contubernio praeferre nil debeas, cui tu manu iniecta feliciter raptus inserebare; sicque omnes praesentiae vestrae voluptas, quod tamen nullum satias cepit.
I pass over the city itself, which is always so affectionately disposed to you, that (to take only one instance) the company of noble friends, into which you were ushered by hands that claimed you as their happy spoil, deserves the foremost place in your regard; and your presence was always a delight such as never even palled on anyone.
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