venerat occiduis mundi de finibus hostis Luxuria, extinctae iamdudum prodiga famae, delibuta comas, oculis vaga, languida voce, perdita deliciis, vitae cui causa voluptas, elumbem mollire animum, petulanter amoenas haurire inlecebras et fractos solvere sensus.
From the western bounds of the world had come their foe Indulgence, one that had long lost her repute and so cared not to save it; her locks perfumed, her eyes shifting, her voice listless, abandoned in voluptuousness she lived only for pleasure, to make her spirit soft and nerveless, in wantonness to drain alluring delights, to enfeeble and undo her understanding.
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