atque utinam primis animam me ponere cunis iussisset quaevis de Tribus una Soror! nam quo tam dubiae servetur spiritus horae? Nestoris est visus post tria saecla cinis: qui si longaevae minuisset fata senectae saucius Iliacis miles in aggeribus, non aut Antilochi vidisset corpus humari, diceret aut o mors, cur mihi sera venis? tu tamen amisso non numquam flebis amico: fas est praeteritos semper amare viros.
Ah, would that any one Sister of the Three had bidden me lay down my life in my infant cradle! For why should the breath of this precarious life be prolonged? Three generations passed before Nestors ashes were seen: had he cut short his destiny of a venerable old age, wounded in the fighting before the ramparts of Troy, he would not have witnessed the burial of Antilochus or complain Death, why do you come to me so late? Yet you will sometimes weep for the friend you have lost; it is a duty to love for ever a mate who is dead and gone.
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