it portis iubare exorto delecta iuventus; retia rara, plagae, lato venabula ferro, Massylique ruunt equites et odora canum vis.
When sunlight has burst forth, there issues from the gates a chosen band of youth; with meshed nets, toils, broad-pointed hunting spears, there stream forth Massylian horsemen and their strong, keen-scented hounds.
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