nam cui tanta quies irarum aut sanguinis usus parcior humani? videt axis et ista per aevum mecum aeterna domus quotiens iam torta reponam fulmina, quam rarus terris hic imperet ignis.
For whose anger rests so readily, who more sparing to take human blood? Heaven and these halls, immortal as myself throughout the ages, are my witness how often I put back the thunderbolt already whirling, how seldom this fire gives earth my commands.
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