cur etiam flammas miserosque moramur honores?   Tum super exangues confertae caedis acervos praecipiti plangore ruunt; agnoscit in alta strage virum sua texta parens, sua munera coniunx.
And why delay we the sad honours of the pyre? Then the mourners rush wildly upon the dense heaps of bloodless slain; among the high-piled corpses of the heroes a mother recognises her woven work, a wife her gift.
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