Quis diros urbis casus laudandaque monstra et Fidei poenas ac tristia fata piorum imperet evolvens lacrimis? vix Punica fletu cessassent castra ac miserescere nescius hostis.
Who could command his tears when recounting the dreadful fate of the city, the crimes that deserve praise, the penalty paid by Loyalty, and the piteous doom of pious souls? Even the Punic army, enemies incapable of pity, could scarce have refrained from weeping.
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