iam mihi persolvet poenas, pulvisque decorem detrahet et ventis horrida facta coma; uretur facies, urentur sole capilli, deteret invalidos et via longa pedes.
Ere long he will make me full amends; his comeliness will be lost amid the dust and the winds that roughen his hair; his face, his curls will be burned by the sun, and long travel will disable his tender feet.
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