mox ubi bulla rudi dimissast aurea collo, matris et ante deos libera sumpta toga, tum tibi pauca suo de carmine dictat Apollo et vetat insano verba tonare foro.
Next when the golden locket was removed from your innocent neck, and you donned the toga of manhood before your mothers gods, then Apollo dictates a little of his song to you and forbids you to bawl forth speeches in the bedlam of the law-courts.
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