iamque sub annosa medius consederat umbra Thyrsis et o pueri me iudice pignora dixit irrita sint moneo: satis hoc mercedis habeto, si laudem victor, si fert opprobria victus.
Now under the shade of an aged tree had Thyrsis taken his seat between them and said, Lads, if I am to be judge, I urge that the stakes count for nothing. Let sufficient recompense be won herefrom, if the victor take the glory and the vanquished the reproach.
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