falleris, ista tui furtum via monstrat amoris: non urbem, demens, lumina nostra fugis! nil agis, insidias in me componis inanis, tendis iners docto retia nota mihi.
You are mistaken, these journeys of yours indicate some furtive love affair: it is not Rome but my eyes that you flee, silly girl! You are wasting your time, the wiles you spin against me are futile, you are a novice laying familiar traps for me, who am an adept.
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