nam mihi, cum magnis opibus domus alta niteret, cui fuerant flavi ditantes ordine sulci horrea fecundas ad deficientia messis, cuique pecus denso pascebant agmine colles, et domino satis et nimium furique lupoque, nunc desiderium superest: nam cura novatur, cum memor ante actos semper dolor admonet annos.
For though once I had a lofty mansion glittering with wealth, and rows of yellow furrows, pouring treasure into barns that could not cope with the plenteous harvests, and serried lines of cattle browsing on the hills, enough for owner and overmuch for thief and wolf, now naught but the sense of loss remains. For pain springs up again as Grief remembers and reminds me ever of the bygone years.
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