Qualem te superi, Priscilla, hominesque benigno aspexere die, cum primum ingentibus actis admotus coniunx! vicisti gaudia paene ipsius, effuso dum pectore prona sacratos ante pedes avide domini tam magna merentis volveris.
In what guise did gods and men see you, Priscilla, on that gracious day when your husband was first appointed to his great office! Your joy well-nigh surpassed his own, when eagerly you threw yourself prostrate and groveling at the sacred feet of the lord to whom you owe so much, pouring out your breast.
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