nil foedere rupto conubiisve super moveor viduaque iuventa, etsi crudus amor necdum post flammea toti intepuere tori: tua me, properabo fateri, angit, amate, salus.
A broken bond, my marriage, a widowed youth move me not, though my love is fresh and our bed has not all cooled after the bridal: tis your safety, beloved'I hasten to confess it'that tortures me.
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