noster comes ille piusque signifer; armiferos poterat memorare labores claraque facta virum et torrentes sanguine campos, sed tibi plectra dedit mitisque incedere vates maluit et nostra laurum subtexere myrto.
He is our companion, our loyal standard-bearer. He could have told of martial toils, famous deeds of heroes, fields streaming with gore; but he gave his quill to you, preferring to walk softly in his poesy and twine his bay in our myrtle.
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