Nunc iacet effeto lumine mentis Et pressus gravibus colla catenis Declivemque gerens pondere vultum Cogitur, heu, stolidam cernere terram.
But now he lies His minds light languishing, Bowed with these heavy chains about his neck, His eyes cast down beneath the weight of care, Seeing nothing But the dull, solid earth.
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