primitiae iuvenis miserae bellique propinqui dura rudimenta, et nulli exaudita deorum vota precesque meae! tuque, o sanctissima coniunx, felix morte tua neque in hunc servata dolorem! contra ego vivendo vici mea fata, superstes restarem ut genitor.
Alas for the bitter first fruits of your youth and your harsh schooling in a war so close to home! Alas for my prayers and entreaties, to which no god gave ear! And you, Queen of blessed memory, happy were you in the death that saved you from this sorrow! I on the other hand by living on have outpassed my destiny, a father left to survive his son.
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