sed iam (effabor enim) longo sudore fatiscunt corda, soror, tardaeque manus; hebet infera caelo taxus et insuetos angues nimia astra soporant.
But now, for I will confess it, my heart grows weary with length of toil, sister, and my hands are slow. The infernal yew  grows dull with sky and too much unwonted starlight makes my snakes drowsy.
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