ut CONJ stet V11PERFACTIVEIND3S advers N11LOCPF que CONJ impeg V31PERFACTIVEIND3S pector N32NOMPN fren N21LOCPM ill PRON61NOMSM ad ADVPOS hum N21ACCSF pall VPAR21NOMSXPRESACTIVEPPL unde ADVPOS h PRON31NOMSF furibund ADJ11NOMSFPOS cupid ADJ11DATSMPOS n V11PRESACTIVEIMP2P t PRON52DATSC tener ADJ12DATSMPOS que CONJ unde ADVPOS improb ADJ11NOMSFPOS pector N32LOCSN virtus N31NOMSF tu PRON52NOMSC bell N22LOCPN apt V11PRESACTIVEINF0X vir N23ACCPM tu PRON52NOMSC ponder V11PRESACTIVEIMP2S fer V32PRESACTIVEINF0X mart N33GENSM et CONJ ensifer ADJ12ACCPFPOS inter PREPACC pot V52PRESACTIVEIND2S i V61PRESACTIVEINF0X caterv N11ACCPF qu PRON10ACCSF ubinam ADVPOS vir V21PRESACTIVEIND2S nuper ADVPOS t PRON52ABLSC pallid ADJ11NOMSFPOS vid V21PERFACTIVEIND1S dum CONJ prem V31PRESACTIVEIND2S obnix VPAR31DATSMPERFPPL venabul N22NOMPN comminus ADVPOS apr N23DATSC poplit N31LOCSM succidu ADJ11DATSMPOS resupin ADJ11NOMSNPOS ac CONJ paene ADVPOS ru VPAR31ACCSCPRESACTIVEPPL et CONJ ni ADVPOS curv V11FUTACTIVEIMP2S tors V21PLUPACTIVESUB1S spicul N22NOMPN corn N41ABLSF nunc ADVPOS ubi ADVPOS bell N22NOMPN t PRON52DATSC nil N99XXN t PRON52ABLSC me ADJ11NOMSFPOS tel N11NOMSF iuv V11FUTACTIVEIND3P nec ADVPOS teret ADJ31NOMPCPOS arc N41NOMSM macul N11LOCPF nec ADVPOS discolor ADJ31NOMSXPOS atr ADJ12DATPXPOS h PRON31NOMSM cu PRON10DATSX fid ADJ11DATPXPOS equ N21NOMSM magn ADJ11DATPXPOS conat N41DATPM inst V11PRESACTIVEIND2S vix ADVPOS dryad N31GENPF thalam N21LOCPM Erymanthiadum OTHER que CONJ furor N31LOCSM nymph N11GENPF matur ADJ11VOCSMPOS puer N23NOMSM
Anon she halts and thrusts her bosom against his bridle (he pale and downcast):  Whence this mad desire, my son? Whence this unconscionable valour in your youthful breast? Can you train men for war? Can you bear the burdens of Mars and move among sword-bearing squadrons? But where the strength? Only lately I turned pale to see you pressing your hunting spear against a thrusting boar in close combat, forced back upon bent knee and near collapse; and if I had not shot an arrow from my curving bow, where would your war be now? My shafts will not avail you nor the smooth bow nor this piebald horse with the black spots, in whom you trust. You embark on a great enterprise, a boy scarce ripe for the chambers of Dryads and the passion of Erymanthian Nymphs
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