That Love lives like Lesbia's sparrow, learn from Catullus, Necrotic
Winged arrows rain to reign o'er, but, Eden's incultus Erotic
Etsī vīnō tenētur Ariadnē illīus Indī,
Vīta est terra nūllīus mundī.
Prince! For self-fed upon its own Chatak tears
No Life as desolate as mine appears.
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