Quid nunc immodicos, iuvenum lectissime, fletus corde foves longumque vetas exire dolorem? nempe times ne Cerbereos Priscilla tremescat latratus? tacet ille piis.
Why now, most distinguished young sir, do you cherish immoderate tears in your heart and forbid long grief to leave it? You fear perhaps lest Priscilla tremble at Cerberus bark? He is silent for the pious.
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