et tu istaec mihi Caesenatis furni potius quam oppidi verna deblateras? de cuius natalis tibi soli vel iucunditate vel commodo quid etiam ipse sentires, dum migras iudicavisti; ita tamen quod te Ravennae felicius exsulantem auribus Padano culice perfossis municipalium ranarum loquax turba circumsilit.
And do you talk this balderdash to me, you a native of Caesena, which is an oven rather than a town? You have shown your own opinion of the attractiveness and amenities of that natal soil of yours by quitting it, though in your happier existence as an exile at Ravenna your ears are pierced by the mosquitoes of the Padus, and a chattering company of your fellow-burghers the frogs keeps jumping about on every side of you.
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