a, virgo infelix, quae te dementia cepit! mpr Proetides implerunt falsis mugitibus agros, at non tam turpis pecudum tamen ulla secuta concubitus, quamvis collo timuisset aratrum et saepe in levi quaesisset cornua fronte.
Ah, unhappy girl, what a madness has gripped you! The daughters of Proetus filled the fields with feigned lowings, yet not one was led by so foul a love for beasts, though each had feared to find the yoke on her neck and often looked for horns on her smooth brow.
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