sed lingua mulcente gravem interlidere dentem, ludere blanditiis urentibus et male dulces fermentare iocos satirae mordacis aceto saepe poetarum, numquam decet esse parentum.
but with a smooth tongue to strike against an aching tooth, to sport with stinging compliments, and to season jests ill-relished with the vinegar of tart satire, oft befits a poet, never a father.
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