hic me nec solae poterunt avertere silvae, nec vaga muscosis flumina fusa iugis, quin ego in assidua metuam tua nomina lingua: absenti nemo non nocuisse velit.
Here the sight of lonely woods and vagabond streams issuing from mossy hills cannot relieve me of the fear that your name is ever on the lips of a persistent wooer: no one would be unwilling to take advantage of an absent lover.
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