nec modus est lacrimis: rorant clipeique iubaeque triste salutantum, et cunctis dependet ab armis suspiranda domus; galeis iuvat oscula clausis inserere amplexuque truces deducere conos.
Weeping is unrestrained. Shields and crests are bedewed as they bid sorrowful farewells and from every suit of arms hangs a family to be sighed for. They are fain to push kisses through closed vizors and draw down fierce helmet tops with their embrace.
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