nonne leves pueros, non te, Cytherea, pudebit hoc cessare decus? nec tantum Roma iugales conciliare toros festasque accendere taedas fertilis: et nostra generi tellure dabuntur.
Shall not your lightsome Loves, Cytherea, shall not yourself take shame that such charm is wasted? Nor is Rome alone fertile in making matches and kindling the festal torch. In my country too sons-in-law shall be given.
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