hic me gravedo frigida et frequens tussis quassavit usque dum in tuum sinum fugi et me recuravi otioque et urtica.
Thereupon a shivering chill and a constant cough shook me to pieces, till at last I fled to your bosom, and set myself right again by a diet of laziness and nettle broth.
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