vix requies flammae necdum rogus ille deorum siderat, excisis cum tu solacia templis impiger et multum facibus velocior ipsis concipis ore pio captivaque fulmina defles.
Scarce was the flame at rest nor yet had that pyre of gods collapsed when, far swifter than the brands themselves, you hasten to conceive consolation for the razed shrines with pious voice and bewail the captive thunderbolts.
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