ille deae donis et tanto laetus honore expleri nequit atque oculos per singula volvit, miraturque interque manus et bracchia versat terribilem cristis galeam flammasque vomentem, fatiferumque ensem, loricam ex aere rigentem, sanguineam, ingentem,
Rejoicing in the divine gift and in this high honour, he cannot be sated as he moves his eyes from piece to piece, admiring and turning over in his hands and arms the helmet, terrifying with its plumes and spouting flames, the death-dealing sword, the stiff bronze corslet, blood-red and huge'
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