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Monday, September 29, 2014
Freedom from Cares
Pseudo-Seneca, Octavia 77-79 (tr. John G. Fitch):
NURSE
Pitiful one,
what day will free you from such sorrows?
OCTAVIA
The day that sends me to the Stygian shades.
NUTRIX
Quis te tantis solvet curis,
miseranda, dies?