omne aevum ferro teritur, versaque iuvencum terga fatigamus hasta, nec tarda senectus debilitat viris animi mutatque vigorem: canitiem galea premimus, semperque recentis comportare iuvat praedas et vivere rapto.
All our life is worn down with irons use; with spear reversed we goad our bullocks flanks, and sluggish age does not weaken our hearts strength or change our vigour. On to white hairs we press the helmet, and we ever delight to drive in fresh booty and live on plunder.
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