tam tibi ne viles isti videantur ocelli, per quos saepe mihi credita perfidiast! hos tu iurabas, si quid mentita fuisses, ut tibi suppositis exciderent manibus: et contra magnum potes hos attollere solem, nec tremis admissae conscia nequitiae? quis te cogebat multos pallere colores et fletum invitis ducere luminibus? quis ego nunc pereo, similis moniturus amantes non ullis tutum credere blanditiis.
Let not your eyes seem of so little worth to you, thanks to which I oft put faith in your treachery! By them you swore that, if in aught you had spoken false, they would fall out for your hands to catch! And can you lift them up to the mighty sun and not tremble to think of the wantonness you are guilty of? Who forced you to blench and turn all colours and to draw tears from your reluctant eyes? These wiles are my undoing and prompt me to warn lovers like me that there are no womans allurements it is safe to trust.
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