a miseri, quos nosse iuvat quid Phasidis ales distet ab hiberna Rhodopes grue, quis magis anser exta ferat, cur Tuscus aper generosior Umbro, lubrica qua recubent conchylia mollius alga! nobis verus amor medioque Helicone petitus sermo hilaresque ioci brumalem absumere noctem suaserunt mollemque oculis expellere somnum, donec ab Elysiis prospexit sedibus alter Castor et hesternas risit Tithonia mensas.
Ah, wretched are they that care to know how the bird of Phasis differs from Rhodopes winter crane, what goose gives offal rather than another, why the Tuscan boar is nobler than the Umbrian, what seaweed makes the most comfortable bed for slippery shellfish. True affection and talk sought from the heart of Helicon and merry jests induced us to exhaust a winters night and banish soft sleep from our eyes until the other Castor looked out from Elysian abode and Tithonia laughed at yesterdays board.
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