cum pars Niliacae plebis, cum verna Canopi Crispinus Tyrias umero revocante lacernas ventilet aestivum digitis sudantibus aurum, nec sufferre queat maioris pondera gemmae,
When a pleb from the Nile, when a slave from Canopus, One Crispinus, hitching his Tyrian cloak on his shoulder, Wafts the gold of summer about on his sweaty fingers, Simply unable to suffer the dreadful weight of a gem;
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