Sed non ille vigor, qui ruptis Alpibus arma intulerat dederatque vias Trebiaque potitus Maeonios Italo sceleravit sanguine fluctus, tunc inerat: molli luxu madefacta meroque, illecebris somni torpentia membra fluebant.
But the former hardihood which had burst through the Alps and cleared a path for the army, which had mastered the Trebia and defiled the Etruscan lake with Italian blood, was no longer there. Their limbs were sluggish and flabby, enervated by luxury and ease, by wine and the enticements of sleep.
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