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Poem 6: An Apology

Let me not ever be for you as much of a highlighted burden , my light, than I seem to have been before a few days ago, if I have done anything so greatly stupid in youth, for which I acknowledge, I am greatly sorry, for yesterday evening when I abandoned you with loneliness, I desired to hide my passion.

Poem 5: He's Sick :(

Is there dutiful care for you, Cerinthus, and for me,         because now warmth is troubling our tired bodies? Ah, I do not otherwise allow desire to overcome severe diseases,         which I think might be over, if you also desire that. And let it profit the diseases for me to overcome them, if you         are able to support us with you with your bad sickly chest?

Poem 4: Our Nonsense ;)

I am pleased, because I tell you many careless things about me, and suddenly I do not cease with bad activities. Let there be more capable care for your toga and a prostitute pressed for a wool basket from the daughter of Servus Sulpica! Others are disturbing for us, for whom it is that from where sorrow abounds. I will not proceed from ignorance with muscle, which is the greatest cause .

Poem 3: Your Birthday!

You know what is incredibly exciting, Cerinthus ? You get to be at Rome for your birthday! We are all going to be there for your birthday, Which will not at all be surprising for you.

Poem 2: My Horrible Birthday!

My birthday has arrived (surprisingly), but it is in the annoying country, and without my love, Cerinthus, will be incredibly sad. What could POSSIBLY sweeter than the city? Maybe I am destined to remain in the country, like the cold river with the Arrentinus farm. Already Messalla is too much for my enthusiasm; I hope you may rest, Please, furiously hasten down the road of timeliness. This spirit and feeling seduced us to abandon widespread judgement, still, you permit my judgement.

Poem 1: Love is here!

Finally! Love has arrived! What has been clothed for me may become naked to someone who so desires it! Someone persuaded me that before, Cytherea from Camen had been carried forth for this love of ours and has just now resigned! Venus has renounced promises: let my enjoyment be told in full, if I people have said that I have not been myself. I may wish that I will not order anything with marked letters, or send no one this which is before me. But, it helps to have been offended, this appearance loathes to construct stories: I will tell, when appropriate, to have been appropriate!