quae bellum praeceps amentia suasit, improbe? nonne vides, quos ulciscare, iacentes? sic ait, et frustra periturum missile summo afflixit clipeo.
What reckless folly counselled war, presumptious wight? There they lie, those whom you would avenge, see you not? So he says, and planted a bolt in the top of the shield, an idle cast.
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