heu blandum caeli lumen! tantone cavetur mors reditura metu nascentique addita fata? consilium damnant portisque atque aggere tuto erupisse gemunt; retinet vix agmina Theron interdumque manu, interdum clamore minisque:
Ah! how sweet is the light of heaven!b Why do men shun with such terror the death that must some day come, and the sentence pronounced against them at birth? They curse their design, and lament their sally from the protection of the gates and the wall. Theron can hardly stop their flight, using force sometimes and sometimes loud threats:
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