nec quod tibi Setia canos restinxit cineres, gremio nec lubricus ossa quod vallavit onyx, miseris acceptius umbris quam gemitus.
Setine wine quenched your gray ashes, smooth alabaster embosomed your bones; but to your poor shade more welcome was the groaning.
final_alignments\Statius_Silvae_Book2.json