quot corpora texi caesorum, stratis totiens deformis alumnis! nulla mihi floret bacis felicibus arbor; immatura seges rapido succiditur ense; culmina villarum nostrum delapsa feruntur in gremium foedantque suis mea regna ruinis.
How many corpses of the slain have I covered! How often has my face been marred by the bodies of my own children! No olive-tree of mine is covered with a fair crop of berries; the corn in the fields is cut down unripe by the swift sword; the roofs of houses in the country fall down into my lap, and make my realm hideous with their ruins.
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