iuvat ire per corollas alabastra ventilantes; iuvat et vago rotatu dare fracta membra ludo, simulare vel trementes pede, veste, voce Bacchas.
It is a joy to pass through lines of garlands, waving scent-bottles as we go; it is a joy to surrender our languid limbs to frolic in aimless circling and to counterfeit even Bacchanals with foot and dress and voice all a quiver.
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