Quis duri silicis gravisque ferri immanis sonus aequori propinquum saxosae latus Appiae replevit? certe non Libycae sonant catervae nec dux advena peierante bello Campanos quatit inquietus agros nec frangit vada montibusque caesis inducit Nero sordidas paludes, sed qui limina bellicosa Iani iustis legibus et foro coronat, quis castae Cereri diu negata reddit iugera sobriasque terras, quis fortem vetat interire sexum et censor prohibet mares adultos pulchrae supplicium timere formae;
What monstrous sound of hard flint and heavy iron has filled paved Appia on the side that borders the sea? For sure tis not the sound of Libyan squadrons, neither does a restless foreign captain shake Campanias fields in perfidious warfare. Nero is not breaching the waters and cleaving the mountains as he brings in murky swamps: but he who girdles Janus warlike threshold with just laws and a Forum, laws by which he restores to chaste Ceres acres long denied her, sober fields, by which as Censor he forbids strong sex to perish and stops grown males from fearing the punishment of fair form;
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