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Sunday, January 03, 2016
Madness
Tibullus 1.10.33-34 (tr. J.P. Postgate):
What madness is it to call black Death to us by warfare!
It is ever close upon us: it comes unseen on silent feet.
quis furor est atram bellis accersere Mortem?
imminet et tacito clam venit illa pede.