te non ulla meae laesit petulantia linguae; quae solet irato dicere tanta ioco, ut me tam longa raucum patiare querela sollicitas trivio pervigilare moras?
No outburst of my tongue has injured you. What awful remarks is it wont to utter in bitter jest that you should suffer me, hoarse with lengthy complaints, to spend long vigils in torment at the street corner?
final_alignments\Propertius_Elegies_Book1.json