Ac iam me deiungere a forensi labore constitui, nec comitatus istos et egressus aut frequentiam salutantium concupisco, non magis quam aera et imagines, quae etiam me nolente in domum meam inruperunt.
And now I have determined to throw off the yoke of my practice at the bar. The retinue that attends you when you go out of doors and the crowd of morning callers have no charms for me, any more than the bronze medallions which even against my will have forced their way into my house.
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