seu memor ille mea contentus manserit umbra et tanti cineres duxerit esse meos, discite venturam iam nunc lenire senectam, caelibis ad curas nec vacet ulla via.
But if he remembers and rests content with my shade and thinks so highly of my ashes, learn even now to soften the old age destined to come upon him, and let no path be open for the sorrows of a widower.
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