nec mos bellantis una stabulare, sed alter victus abit longeque ignotis exsulat oris, multa gemens ignominiam plagasque superbi victoris, tum quos amisit inultus amores, et stabula aspectans regnis excessit avitis.
Nor is it the rivals wont to herd together, but the vanquished one departs, and dwells an exile in unknown scenes afar. Much does he bewail his shame, and the blows of his haughty conqueror, and much the love he has lost unavenged'then, with a wistful glance at his stall, he has quitted his ancestral realm.
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