ei mihi, difficile est imitari gaudia falsa, difficile est tristi fingere mente iocum, nec bene mendaci risus componitur ore, nec bene sollicitis ebria verba sonant.
Ah me! mock joys are hard to make; tis hard to feign merriment when the heart is sad. Ill is it to force a false smile to the face; ill is it when tipsy accents are heard from the distressed.
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