at bona quae nec avara fuit, centum licet annos vixerit, ardentem flebitur ante rogum; atque aliquis senior veteres veneratus amores annua constructo serta dabit tumulo, et bene discedens dicet placideque quiescas, terraque securae sit super ossa levis.
But she that has been kind and free from greed, though she live a hundred years, shall be wept by the burning pyre. And some aged man in homage to his ancient love will yearly place a garland on her mounded tomb, and, as he goes, will say: Sleep well and peacefully, and above thy untroubled ashes let the earth be light.
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