tunc ego teque diu recolam dominamque benignae sedis et illaesa tutabor utramque senecta, ut Iovis, ut Phoebi frondes, ut discolor umbra populus et nostrae stupeant tua germina pinus.
Then will I long call you to mind, you and the mistress of the kindly dwelling, and guard both in an inviolate old age, so that Joves and Phoebus leaves and the poplar of bicolored foliage and my pines may marvel at your sprouting.
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