et mihi sint durae leges, laudare nec ullam possim ego quin oculos appetat illa meos; et si quid peccasse puter, ducarque capillis in medias pronus proripiarque vias.
And for me let there be hard terms; let me never praise a woman without her flying at my eyes, and if I am thought to have done her wrong, let me be taken by the hair and flung face down in the middle of the street.
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