quid? credam? nempe haec eadem se dixit amores cantibus aut herbis solvere posse meos, et me lustravit taedis, et nocte serena concidit ad magicos hostia pulla deos.
What? Am I to trust her? Surely it was she, none other, said that by spells or herbs she could unbind my love. She cleansed me with the torch rite, and in the clear night a dusky victim fell to the gods of sorcery.
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