hanc ego formae egregium mirata decus, cui gloria patrum et generis certabat honos, tellure cadentem excepi fovique sinu.
Wondering at the matchless beauty of her person, rivaled by the glory of her forebears and her races renown, I took her up as she fell to the ground and nursed her in my lap.
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