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So gradually did he maneuver that he went over the edge into a deep abyss of passion without even knowing it. No wonder: when cruel love is still only a little flame, its early heat's a delight. But the fuel of the beloved's steady presence makes it blaze up, and then there's no controlling how hot it gets, and it reduces its victims to charred flesh.

What relief is there still to seek, what forces could I bring to my aid in this calamity? Not even these goddesses, however willing, could support me in my sorry canvassing.

Üllatavalt ladus & loetav! Meeletult hea tõlge!

Tagasi antiiki. Let’s go!