Novimus quantas dederit ruinas Urbe flammata patribusque caesis Fratre qui quondam ferus interempto Matris effuso maduit cruore Corpus et visu gelidum pererrans Ora non tinxit lacrimis, sed esse Censor extincti potuit decoris.
We know what great destruction that man caused The city blazing, Senators killed, His brother murdered, and his savage hand Wet with the blood that from his mother flowed' He could gaze on her cold corpse And not shed tears But coolly criticize her beauty dead.a
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