non illam nutrix orienti luce revisens hesterno collum poterit circumdare filo, anxia nec mater discordis maesta puellae secubitu caros mittet sperare nepotes.
When her nurse visits her again with the morning light, she will not be able to circle her neck with yesterdays riband; nor shall her anxious mother, saddened by lone-lying of an unkindly bride, give up the hope of dear descendants.
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