tuque, anxia fati, pone, precor, lacrimas et adora vulnera, laudes perpetuas paritura tibi; nam tempore, Roma, nullo maior eris; mox sic labere secundis, ut sola cladum tuearis nomina fama.
And thou, Rome, doubtful of thy doom, weep not, I pray, but bless those wounds which shall bring thee eternal glory. For never shalt thou be greater than then. Later victories shall sap thy strength, till naught but the story of thy defeatsa shall preserve thy fame.
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