Haec cum Philosophia dignitate vultus et oris gravitate servata leniter suaviterque cecinisset, tum ego nondum penitus insiti maeroris oblitus intentionem dicere adhuc aliquid parantis abrupi.
When Philosophy had finished softly and sweetly singing these verses, while preserving the dignity and gravity of her face and visage, then I, not yet having completely forgotten my inward grief, interrupted her as she was just preparing to say something more,
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