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I hail:—to die, will gainsay gods no longer!

Love of this fatherland did exercise thee?

So that I weep, at least, with joy, my eyes full.

What, of this gracious sickness were ye gainers?

How now? instructed, I this speech shall master.

For those who loved you back, with longing stricken.