Omnia fert aetas, animum quoque; saepe ego longos cantando puerum memini me condere soles: nunc oblita mihi tot carmina: vox quoque Moerin iam fugit ipsa; lupi Moerin videre priores.
Time robs us of all, even of memory; oft as a boy I recall that with song I would lay the long summer days to rest. Now I have forgotten all my songs. Even voice itself now fails Moeris; the wolves have seen Moeris first.
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