Quos vides sedere celsos solii culmine reges Purpura claros nitente saeptos tristibus armis Ore torvo comminantes rabie cordis anhelos,
Those lofty kings you see seated high on thrones, Bright in their glowing purple, hedged in with brist- ling arms, Threatening with visage stern, and gasping in the frenzy of their hearts'
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