sed Fata nec illum concessere larem; viridi nam caespite terrae proiectum temere et patulo caelum ore trahentem dira canum rabies morsu depasta cruento disicit.
But not even such a home did the Fates permit. For as he lay stretched carelessly on the green sod, wide-mouthed to drink the sky, the fell rage of dogs, feeding with bloody bite, tears him asunder.
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