o quid solutis est beatius curis, cum mens onus reponit, ac peregrino labore fesi venimus larem ad nostrum desideratoque acquiescimus lecto?
Ah, what is more blessed than to put cares away, when the mind lays by its burden, and tired with labour of far travel we have come to our own home and rest on the couch we longed for?
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