cur ora reducis quidve parant oculi? pudet hoc mitescere cultu? per te, care puer, cognata per aequora iuro, nesciet hoc Chiron.
Why do you withdraw your face, what purpose is in your eyes? Are you ashamed to soften in this dress? I swear to you, dear boy, by my kindred sea, Chiron shall not know of this.
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