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Is't that the vulgar mouth thy name by rote?
What will'st thou? Wishest on any wise such note?
Then shalt be noted since my love so lief
For love thou sued'st to thy lasting grief.
What mind ill set, O sorry Ravidus, doth thrust thee rashly on to my iambics? What god, none advocate of good for thee, doth stir thee to a senseless contest? That thou may'st be in the people's
mouth? What would'st thou? Dost wish to be famed, no matter in what way? So thou shalt be, since thou hast aspired to our loved one's love, but by our long-drawn vengeance.
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Ametina puella defututa
Tota milia me decem poposcit,