Nullus amor tanti est —abeas, pharetrate Cupido!—
ut mihi sint totiens maxima vota mori.
vota mori mea sunt, cum te peccasse recordor,
o mihi perpetuum nata puella malum!
Ovid, Amores, Book II.V, The Latin Library
No love is so great – Go away, Cupid’s quiver! –
that often my greatest wish has been to die.
Death is my wish, when I remember your transgression,
oh girl born (to be) my perpetual misfortune!
Of course, as always, I have left out some words and changed meanings where I desire.