qualem si cuncti cuperent decurrere vitam et pressi multo membra iacere mero, non ferrum crudele neque esset bellica navis, nec nostra Actiacum verteret ossa mare, nec totiens propriis circum oppugnata triumphis lassa foret crines solvere Roma suos.
If all men wished to spend a life like mine and lie with limbs weighed down with deep draughts of wine, there would be no cruel weapons or ships of war, nor would our bones be tossed on Actiums waves, or Rome, so oft beset on every hand by her own conquests, be weary of letting loose her hair in grief.
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