Qvid dicam, Gelli, quare rosea ista labella hiberna fiant candidiora nive, mane domo cum exis et cum te octava quiete e molli longo suscitat hora die?
What reason can I give, Gellius, why those ruddy lips become whiter than winters snow when you rise in the morning or the eighth hour awakes you from your soft siesta in the long day?
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