ingemuit miserans et sic ait: exue tristes, fida parens, habitus! equidem praedivite cultu inlustrata cluis spoliisque insigne superbis attollis caput et multo circumfluis auro; sed nebulis propter volitantibus obsitus alti verticis horret apex, ipsas quoque livida gemmas lux hebetat spissusque dies, et fumus ob ora subfusus rutilum frontis diadema retundit.
In sorrow and pity he addressed her thus: Put off thy gloomy habit, faithful mother. Renowned indeed art thou for the exceeding richness of thy garb; thou raisest a head ennobled by thy proud spoils and dost abound in wealth of gold. But thy majestic crest is covered and befouled with vapours that flit about it, the leaden light and dense air dull thy very jewels, and smoke pouring over thy visage deadens the gleam of the diadem on thy brows.
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