igitur hic ipse venerabilis apud oppidum nostrum cum moraretur, donec gentium concitatarum procella defremeret, cuius immanis hinc et hinc turbo tunc inhorruerat, sic reliqua dona vestra detexit, ut perurbane quae praestantiora portabat operuerit, spinas meas illustrare dissimulans tuis floribus.
Well, the venerable man I have mentioned stopped in our town, until the storm of angry nations, which had surged up in an awful whirlwind on every side, should expend its fury. During that time he displayed the other gifts you were sending, but always most politely concealed the finest items in his baggage, refraining from brightening my thorns with your flowers.
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