nec parcit cedenti atque increpat hostis: quo retrahis, germane, gradus? hoc languida somno, hoc regnis effeta quies, hoc longa sub umbra imperia! exsilio rebusque exercita egenis membra vides; disce arta pati nec fidere laetis.
His enemy spares him not as he retreats and taunts him: Brother, whither do you retire? This is what comes of drowsy languor, regal repose grown feeble! This comes of sheltered rule protracted! Here you see limbs hardened by exile and want. Learn to bear privations and not to trust happy times.
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