sic nota in pascua taurus bellator redit, adverso cui colla suoque sanguine proscissisque natant palearibus armi; tunc quoque lassa tumet virtus multumque superbit aequore despecto; vacua iacet hostis harena turpe gemens crudosque vetat sentire dolores.
So does the fighting bull return to his familiar pasture; his neck and shoulders swim with blood, his enemys and his own, his dewlaps are torn and his shoulders swim; even then his weary valour swells and he walks proudly, despising the ground; his foe lies on the open sand, shamefully groaning, nor lets him feel his raw pain.
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