72. An thou pluck of this orchard fruit to my guarding committed
Si commissa meae carpes pomaria curae,
dulcia quid doleam perdere, doctus eris.
An thou pluck of this orchard fruit to my guarding committed,
How for losing the sweets grieve I thou quickly shalt learn.
If thou pilferest the orchards entrusted to my care, that I grieve to lose pleasurable things thou wilt be taught.[1]