dat tergum fugitivus Amor, lita tela veneno et lapsum ex umeris arcum pharetramquecadentem pallidus ipse metu sua post vestigia linquit.
Desire turns his back in flight. Pale himself with fear, he leaves behind his poisoned darts, abandoning his bow where it has slipped from his shoulder, his quiver where it falls.
final_alignments\Prudentius_Psychomachia.json