dulce et decorum est pro patria mori:
mors et fugacem persquitur virum
nec parcit inbellis iuventae
poplitibus timidove tergo
how sweet and fitting it is to die for one's country:
death pursues the man who flees,
spares not the hamstrings or cowardly backs
of battle-shy youths
my friends, you would not tell with such high zest
to children ardent for some
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