at tu nunc nostro, Venus, o succurre dolori, rumpat ut assiduis membra libidinibus! ergo muneribus quivis mercatur amorem? Iuppiter, indigna merce puella perit.
But do you, Venus, now bring aid to my distress, so that he rupture himself by his insatiate passions! So anyone can purchase love with presents? Jupiter, unworthy is the price for which my girl ruins herself!
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