qui non ante patet, donec manus attigit ossa: quisquis es, assiduas heu fuge blanditias! illis et silices et possint cedere quercus, nedum tu possis, spiritus iste levis.
that Love who does not reveal himself until his hand has pierced you to the bone: whoever you are, O flee his perpetual allurements! If stone and oak might yield to them, then how much more might you, poor vain spirit that you are!
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