sanguine tam parvo quis enim spargatur amantis improbus, et cuius sit comes ipsa Venus? luna ministrat iter, demonstrant astra salebras, ipse Amor accensas praecutit ante faces, saeva canum rabies morsus avertit hiantis: huic generi quovis tempore tuta viast.
For what villain would stain himself with the scanty blood of a lover or a man accompanied by Venus herself? The moon lights the way, the stars show the rough ground, Love himself waves a flaming torch in front of him, the fierce watchdog turns aside his gaping fangs: for such travellers the road is safe at any hour.
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