ergo alacres quae signa colunt urbana cohortes inque sinum quae saepe tuum fora turbida questum confugiunt leges urbesque ubicumque togatae quae tua longinquis implorant iura querelis certent laetitia, nostrique ex ordine colles confremite, et sileant peioris murmura famae.
So let the smart cohorts that worship our city standards, and the laws that ofttime flee to your bosom to complain of courts in turmoil, and gowned cities, wherever they be, that with distant plaints implore your justice, vie in happiness; and Hills of Rome, in sequence raise a shout and let the murmurs of worser rumor be mum.
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