concurrunt alacres castris ex omnibus omnes, nulla latet pars Mentis iners, quae corporis ullo intercepta sinu per conceptacula sese degeneri languore tegat, tentoria apertis cuncta patent velis, reserantur carbasa, ne quis marceat obscuro stertens habitator operto.
All assemble briskly from the whole camp. No member of Soul lurks in idleness, shut off in a pocket of the body and lying close in some retreat in ignoble sloth. All tents stand exposed, their curtains drawn back, the canvas open, so that no dweller therein shall lie lazily asleep in undiscovered secrecy.
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