tunc mihi, tunc placeant silvae, si, lux mea, tecum arguar ante ipsas concubuisse plagas; tunc veniat licet ad casses, inlaesus abibit, ne veneris cupidae gaudia turbet, aper.
Then, then would forests please me when it can be shown I have been in thy arms, my love, beside the very toils. Then, though the wild boar come up to the nets, he shall depart unharmed lest he break the joys of eager love.
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