qualem te nuper Stygias prope raptus ad umbras cum iam Lethaeos audirem comminus amnes, aspexi, tenuique oculos iam morte cadentes! scilicet exhausti Lachesis mihi tempora fati te tantum miserata dedit, superique potentes invidiam timuere tuam.
How looked you lately when I was almost swept into the Stygian shade, already hearing Lethes waters close at hand, and stayed my eyes already falling in death! Surely twas in pity for you that Lachesis granted my exhausted span more time, your reproach that the potent High Ones feared.
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