sed seu Sabine sive verius Tiburs, fui libenter in tua suburbana villa, malamque pectore expuli tussim, non immerenti quam mihi meus venter, dum sumptuosas appeto, dedit, cenas.
but at all events, whether you are Sabine or more rightly Tiburtine, I was glad to be in your retreat between town and country and to clear my chest of a nasty cough, which my greediness gave me (not undeservedly) whilst I was running after costly feasts.
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