O NEPOS, twice my neigh(b)our (since at home

We’re door by door, by Flora’s temple dome;

And in the country, still conjoined by fate,

Behold our villas standing gate by gate),

Thou hast a daughter, dearer far than life —

Thy image and the image of thy wife.

Thy image and thy wife’s, and be it so!

But why for her, { neglect the flowing } can

                 { O Nepos, leave the }

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