o miseras hominum mentes, o pectora caeca! qualibus in tenebris vitae quantisque periclis degitur hoc aevi quodcumquest! nonne videre nil aliud sibi naturam latrare, nisi utqui corpore seiunctus dolor absit, mensque fruatur iucundo sensu cura semota metuque?.
O pitiable minds of men, O blind intelligences! In what gloom of life, in how great perils is passed all your poor span of time! not to see that all nature barks for is this, that pain be removed away out of the body, and that the mind, kept away from care and fear, enjoy a feeling of delight!
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