tum procul absitis, quisquis colit arte capillos, et fluit effuso cui toga laxa sinu; quisquis et occurret, ne possit crimen habere, stet procul aut alia transeat ille via.
Then far be ye all who dress your hair with art and whose togas fall slack with copious folds. And let whosoever meets us, that no sin may be his, stand aloof or pass by another road.
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