hoccine meruerunt inopia flamma, ferrum pestilentia, pingues caedibus gladii et macri ieiuniis proeliatores? propter huius tam inclitae pacis expectationem avulsas muralibus rimis herbas in cibum traximus, crebro per ignorantiam venenatis graminibus infecti, quae indiscretis foliis sucisque viridantia saepe manus fame concolor legit?
Is this our due reward for enduring want and fire and sword and pestilence, for swords fed fat with gore and warriors emaciated with hunger? Was it for the prospect of this famous peace that we ripped the herbage from the cracks in our walls and took it away for food, and that in our ignorance we were often poisoned by noxious grasses, which, being green, with nothing to distinguish their leaves or sap, were often plucked by a hand that starvation had made as green as they?
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