If ever anyone was deservedly cursed with an atrocious goat-stench from armpits,
or if limping gout did justly gnaw one, it is your rival, who occupies himself
with your love, and who wondrously has obtained each these ills from you. For as
often as he takes his pleasure, he just as often takes vengeance on both;
herself he prostrates by his stink, he is slain by his gout.
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