dextra vetat pugnas, laevam Tritonia virgo non gravat et sectae praetendit colla Medusae, ceu stimulis accendit equum; nec dulcior usquam lecta deae sedes, nec si pater ipse teneres.
Your right hand bans battles; the Tritonian maiden is no burden to your left as she holds out severed Medusas neck as though to spur the horse forward; nowhere did the goddess choose a sweeter resting place, not even, Father, if yourself held her.
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