ecqui aderunt, quos ingenti se attollere fama non pigeat, dum Fata sinunt? iterum ecce benignae noctis aves; sequor, et comitum licet agmina cessent, solus eo.
Will any join me, not loath to raise themselves to height of fame while the Fates allow? See, again the birds of night are kind. I follow, and though my comrade troops hang back, I go alone.
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