“Gay was oft my song when I was gay, sad it is now that I am sad.”

—  Ovid , book Epistulae ex Ponto

III, ix, 35; translation by Arthur Leslie Wheeler
Epistulae ex Ponto (Letters From the Black Sea)

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Laeta fere laetus cecini, cano tristia tristis.

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