nunc admirentur quod tam mihi pulchra puella serviat et tota dicar in urbe potens! non, si iam Gygae redeant et munera Croesi, dicat de nostro surge, poeta, toro.
Now let men wonder that so beautiful a girl is my slave and let all Rome regard me as a man of consequence. Not though it should earn her the gifts of a Gyges or a Croesus, would she say Up, poet, out of my bed!
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