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LIII

Nolo toro iungi, quamvis placet esse maritam;
Nolo virum thalamo: per me mea nata propago est;
Nolo sepulcra pati: scio me submergere terrae.

Peck:

No couch for me, I care not to be bound,
No bed for me, yet are my daughters found,
No grave for me, although I love the ground.

Ohl:

No couch's yoke for me, though it is my pleasure to be wedded. No husband for the marriage-bed: through me is my offspring born. No grave to suffer: I know how to bury myself in the ground.

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