At this point [my] mind is so broken down by your doing, my Lesbia,
that it destroys itself by its own devotion,
so that it can no longer wish you well, even if you should become the best,
nor can it stop loving you, no matter what you should do.

Hūc est mēns dēducta tuā, mea Lesbia, culpā
atque ita sē officiō perdidit ipsa suō,
ut iam nec bene velle queat tibi, sī optima fīās,
nec dēsistere amāre, omnia sī faciās.

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