Candide Liber ades: sic sit tibi mystica vitis semper, sic hedera tempora vincta feras; aufer et ipse meum patera medicante dolorem: saepe tuo cecidit munere victus Amor.
Fair Liber, come to me; so mayst thou ever have thy mystic vine, so bear the ivy bound about thy brows. And do thou take away my pain with healing chalice. Oft has Love fallen, vanquished by thy bounty.
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