hoc utinam spatiere loco, quodcumque vacabis, Cynthia! sed tibi me credere turba vetat, cum videt accensis devotam currere taedis in nemus et Triviae lumina ferre deae.
I wish you would promenade here in all your leisure hours, Cynthia! But the world of men forbids me to trust you, when they see you hurrying with kindled torches to worship at the Arician grove and carrying lights for the goddess Trivia.
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