heu durus Fati tenor! estne quod illi non liceat? quantae poterant mortalibus annis accessisse morae si tu, pater, omne teneres arbitrium! caeco gemeret Mors clusa barathro longius et vacuae posuissent stamina Parcae.
Alas, harsh course of fate! Is aught forbidden to Him? What stays might have accrued to mortal years if you, Father, were all-powerful! Death would have groaned far off, imprisoned in the sightless pit, and the idle Fates have laid aside their spinning.
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