quis faeta Herculeae non audit fortia clavae et numquam ad vastas irrita tela feras, atque uni Stygias homini luxisse tenebras et gemere abstractum Dite vetante canem? angulus hic mundi nunc me mea fata trahentem accipit: haec fesso vix mihi tecta patent.
Who has not heard of the valiant deeds of Hercules club and his arrows never shot in vain against monstrous beasts, and how only to one mortal has the Stygian darkness become light and Cerberus has howled to find himself dragged off against the will of Dis? This corner of the world now finds me dragging out my life: though weary I am scarce welcomed by this abode.
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