felix Eois lex funeris illa maritis, quos Aurora suis rubra colorat equis! namque ubi mortifero iactast fax ultima lecto, uxorum fusis stat pia turba comis, et certamen habent leti, quae viva sequatur coniugium: pudor est non licuisse mori.
How felicitous is that funeral custom enjoyed by Eastern husbands, whose complexion the red Dawn darkens when rising with her steeds! For when the last torch is cast upon the dead mans bier, the devout band of his wives stands with streaming hair, and they compete for death, which shall follow her husband alive: shame it is not to be allowed to die.
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