aliae panduntur inanes suspensae ad ventos, aliis sub gurgite vasto infectum eluitur scelus aut exuritur igni, donec longa dies perfecto temporis orbe concretam exemit labem, purumque relinquit aetherium sensum atque aurai simplicis ignem: quisque suos patimur manis.
Some are hung stretched out to the empty winds; from others the stain of guilt is washed away under swirling floods or burned out by fire till length of days, when times cycle is complete, has removed the inbred taint and leaves unsoiled the ethereal sense and pure flame of spirit: each of us undergoes his own purgatory.
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