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 Nec fas esse ulla me voluptate bic frui Decrevi, tantisper dum ille abest meus particeps.

(Indulgence in a pleasure were not right, I judge, so long as my partaker’s gone) I was already so trained and habituated to being his second everywhere, that I feel myself no more than a half.
 * Illam mee si partem anime tulit
 * Maturior vis, quid moror altera?
 * Nec carus aque, nec superstes
 * Integer. Ille dies utramque
 * Dusit ruinam

(If death has prematurely snatched away One half my soul, why should the other stay?
 * The part remaining of my soul
 * Is not so dear and not so whole.

One day did ruin both—) In every action and thought I miss him; as he would also have me: for just as he surpassed me by an infinite distance in every other capacity and virtue, so did he in the duties of friendship.
 * Quis desiderio sit pudor, aut modus
 * Tam cari capitis?