Quanta cohors, omni stabulante per atria monstro, excubat et manes permixto murmure terret! Luctus edax Maciesque, malis comes addita morbis, et Maeror pastus fletu et sine sanguine Pallor Curaeque Insidiaeque atque hinc queribunda Senectus, hinc angens utraque manu sua guttura Livor, et, deforme malum ac sceleri proclivis, Egestas Errorque infido gressu et Discordia gaudens permiscere fretum caelo.
How great a company of terrible shapes keep watch and have their abode in the courtyard, terrifying the dead with the noise of their mingled voices! Consuming Grief is there, and Leanness which waits upon sore disease; and Sorrow that feeds on tears, and bloodless Pallor; Remorse and Treachery are there; here is querulous Old Age, and there Jealousy which strangles herself with both handsd; and Poverty, an unsightly plague that leads men to crime; Error, with staggering gait, and Discord that delights to confound sea with sky.
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