nunc si clausa mea est, si copia rara videndi, heu miserum, laxam quid iuvat esse togam? ducite: ad imperium dominae sulcabimus agros; non ego me vinclis verberibusque nego.
Now, if my love is under bolt and bar, if but seldom I can see her, poor wretch, what comfort is there in a flowing toga? Take me away; I will plough the fields at a mistresss command. From chains and stripes my body shall not shrink.
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