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But be my guardian chastity,

The god's best gift, nor let my mind,

By cruel Cypris forced awry,

The burden of hot anger find,

Of gnawing jealousy;

But may she, pleasured with calm wedded lives,

Wisely adjudge their lots to wives.

Oh home, oh country, ne'er may I

Through long hard years of poverty,

That bitterest of all distress,

Live on an alien citiless:

Nay, rather, having had my day,

Let death, let death do me away:

For no woe doth outpass this woe,

One's fatherland no more to know.