gelidus cadit imber anhelo pectore, tum crines ardentiaque ora cruentis roribus et taetra morientum aspergine manant: ut leo, qui campis longe custode fugato Massylas depastus oves, ubi sanguine multo luxuriata fames cervixque et tabe gravatae consedere iubae, mediis in caedibus astat aeger, hians, victusque cibis; nec iam amplius irae crudescunt: tantum vacuis ferit ara malis molliaque eiecta delambit vellera lingua.
a chill rain falls from his panting breast, his hair and burning face flow with bloody dew and the foul splashings of the dying. Even as a lion who has chased the shepherd far from the fields and gorged on Massylian sheep, when his hunger has revelled in blood galore and his neck and mane have sunk heavy with filth, stands sick amid the slaughter, gaping and oerdone with food, nor any more does his fury swell; he only strikes air with empty jaws and licks soft wool with protruded tongue.
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