mentitis ignosco toris: illam odimus urbem quam vultu confessus adis, ubi conscia magni signa tori tonitrus agis et mea fulmina torques.
I forgive the couchings you deny. But I hate that city where you go and do not hide your face, where you make thunder, the signal and accomplice of our mighty union, and hurl my bolts.
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