nec plura querentem passa Venus medio sic interfata dolore est: Quisquis es, haud, credo, invisus caelestibus auras vitalis carpis, Tyriam qui adveneris urbem.
His further complaint Venus suffered not, but in the midst of his lament broke in thus: Whoever you are, not hateful, I think, to the powers of heaven do you draw the breath of life, since you have reached the Tyrian city.
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