tibia continuis succumbat rauca choreis, et sint nequitiae libera verba tuae, dulciaque ingratos adimant convivia somnos; publica vicinae perstrepat aura viae: sint sortes nobis talorum interprete iactu, quem gravius pennis verberet ille puer.
Let the pipe, which makes your voice hoarse due to all-night dancing, exhaust itself. Let your language be unrestrained with improprieties, and let conviviality take away ungrateful nights of sleep. Let the sounds of noise resound in the nearby public street. Let us play a game of fortune using dice to reveal which one of us has been struck harder by Cupid's wings.