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Fruitlessly doth he groan, beholding the face of the Colchian maid; then over all the mountain pain contracts his limbs, and all his fetters shake beneath her sickle.

— Valerius Flaccus

Gemit inritus ille
Colchidos ora tuens. totos tunc contrahit artus
monte dolor cunctaeque tremunt sub falce catenae.

Original text (Latin)

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