illic purpureo latus exporrecta cubili floribus aeternis spirantes libat odores ambrosiumque bibit roseo de stramine rorem, ditibus et longo fumantibus intervallo fluminaque et totos caeli sitientibus imbres inplorata negat digitum insertare palato, flammarumque apices umenti extinguere tactu.
There, stretched on a shining couch, she enjoys the scents that breathe from unfading flowers and drinks the ambrosial dew from her bed of roses, and refuses the prayer of the rich men burning afar off and thirsting for rivers of water and all the rain of heaven, to put her finger in their mouths and quench the tips of the flames with its moist touch.
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