dum vernat sanguis, dum rugis integer annus, utere, ne quid cras libet ab ore dies! vidi ego odorati victura rosaria Paesti sub matutino cocta iacere Noto.
While your blood is in its spring and your years free of wrinkles, make the most of the fact, lest the morrow take toll of your beauty. I have seen rose-beds of fragrant Paestum that promised enduring bloom lying withered by the sciroccos morning blast.
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