non te optima mater condet humi patrioque onerabit membra sepulcro: alitibus linquere feris, aut gurgite mersum unda feret piscesque impasti vulnera lambent.
No loving mother shall lay you in the earth, nor weigh down your limbs with an ancestral tomb. You will be left for the birds of prey; or, sunk beneath the flood, the wave will carry you along, and hungry fish will lick your wounds.
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