hic Marathus quondam miseros ludebat amantes, nescius ultorem post caput esse deum; saepe etiam lacrimas fertur risisse dolentis et cupidum ficta detinuisse mora: nunc omnes odit fastus, nunc displicet illi quaecumque opposita est ianua dura sera.
This is the Marathus that once made mock of wretched lovers, unwitting that behind him stood the god of vengeance. Often, too, we have heard, he laughed at the tears of anguish and kept a lover waiting with pretences for delay. Now he abhors all coyness; now he hates every door that is bolted fast against him.
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