longe castra tibi, longe miser agmina septem flebis in aeterno surda iacere situ; et frustra cupies mollem componere versum, nec tibi subiciet carmina serus Amor.
it will be away with your camps, poor wretch, away with your seven hosts, and you will weep that they lie unresponsive beneath dust neer to be disturbed; and in vain will you desire to put together tender couplets, for Love come late will not supply you with song.
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