Quid enim me procreabas infelicem adversantibus diis? an, ut hos  ex me fructus perciperes, qui te manent? Nescio, adulescentia mea miserior sit an senectus tua; ego in ipso robore aetatis eripior, tibi carnifex spiritum adimet, quem, si fortuna expectare voluisset, natura  poscebat.
Why, pray, did you beget unhappy me under adverse gods? Was it that you might reap  from me these fruits which await you? I know not whether my youth or your old age is the more wretched. I am taken off in the very flower of my strength, from you the executioner will take the life which, if Fortune had been willing to wait, Nature  was demanding.
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