me modo laudabas et carmina nostra legebas: ille tuus pennas tam cito vertit amor? durast quae multis simulatum fingit amorem, et se plus uni si qua parare potest.
Just now you praised me and read my poems: has your love so quickly turned its wings elsewhere? Cruel is the woman who feigns false love for many, and she who has the gall to preen herself for more than one.
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