Carmina (17.17-17.24)

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Refs	`{'start': {'reference': '17.17', 'human_reference': 'Poem 17 Line 17'}, 'end': {'reference': '17.24', 'human_reference': 'Poem 17 Line 24'}}`
Ancestors	`[{'reference': '17'}]`
Children	`[]`

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Suffers her sport as she please nor rates her even at hair's worth,

Nowise 'stirring himself, but lying log-like as alder

Felled and o'er floating the fosse of safe Ligurian woodsman,

Feeling withal, as though such spouse he never had own'd;

So this marvel o' mine sees naught, and nothing can hear he,

What he himself, an he be or not be, wholly unknowing.

Now would I willingly pitch such wight head first fro' thy bridge,

Better a-sudden t'arouse that numskull's stolid old senses,