omne malum merui, sed tu bonus arbiter aufer quod merui; meliora favens largire precanti dona animae quandoque meae, cum corporishuius liquerit hospitium nervis, cute, sanguine, felle, ossibus exstructum, corrupta quod incola luxu heu nimium conplexa fovet, cum flebilis hora clauserit hos orbes, et conclamata iacebit materies oculisque suis mens nuda fruetur, ne cernat truculentum aliquem de gente latronum inmitem, rabidum, vultuque et voce minaci terribilem, qui me maculosum aspergine morum in praeceps, ut praedo, trahat nigrisque ruentem inmergat specubus, cuncta exacturus ad usque quadrantem minimum damnosae debita vitae.
I have deserved all ill, but do Thou, who art a kindly judge, take away my desert and in gracious answer to my souls prayer bestow better gifts one day upon it, when it shall have left behind this bodily lodging built up of sinews, skin, blood, gall, bones, to which its indweller, corrupted with indulgence, clings, alas! too fondly, and when the doleful hour shall have closed these eyes and the material body shall lie dead and the bared soul have the use of its natural vision, that what it sees be not one of the race of robbers, fierce, ruthless, raging, with frightful, threatening look and voice, that shall drag me down headlong, as a brigand his captive, spotted as I am with the stains of my conduct, and send me plunging into black caverns, there to exact from me to the last farthing all that is due for my wasteful life.
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