quod tu mihi vastos Vasconiae saltus et ninguida Pyrenaei obicis hospitia, in primo quasi limine fixus Hispanae regionis agam nec sit locus usquam rure vel urbe mihi, summum qua dives in orbem usque patet mersos spectans Hispania soles.
And yet thou dost taunt me with the woodlands of Vasconia and snowy lodgings in the Pyrenees, as though I live tied down at the very frontier of the whole realm of Spain and have no place of my own anywhere in country or in town, where wealthy Spain outstretched along the worlds boundary watches the suns dip down into the sea.
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