nec pretium deforme morae cassique labores: hoc quodcumque madet campi, quod sanguine fumant stagna, quod innumero Lethaea examine gaudet ripa, meae vires, mea laeta insignia.
Nor unsightly is my sojourns reward nor vain my labours. That all this plain is soaked, the pools steam with blood, Lethes bank joys in a countless swarm'that is my power, my happy tokens.
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