quid nunc tibi proelia dicam silvarum et saevo vacuos iam murmure saltus? numquam ille imbelles Ossaea per avia dammas sectari aut timidas passus me cuspide lyncas sternere, sed tristes turbare cubilibus ursos fulmineosque sues, et sicubi maxima tigris aut seducta iugis fetae spelunca leaenae.
Why tell you of forest fights and glens now empty of savage growls? He would never let me chase unwarlike deer through Ossas wilds or lay timid lynxes low with my spear; I must rouse grim bears from their dens and boars like thunderbolts or mayhap a mighty tigress lair or a hidden cavern on the mountain that housed a lioness and her cubs.
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