More poetry for you, as a public service and free of charge! Ironically, I spent a good-sized chunk of my evening reading Ovid rather than translating (non-Ovidian) Latin, so I thought I'd share. From Arthur Golding's lovely 1565 rendering of the Metamorphoses, the lament of Narcissus (at least some of it):
O peerless piece, why dost thou me, thy
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