non tibi nascenti primis, mea vita, diebus candidus argutum sternuit omen Amor? haec tibi contulerunt caelestia munera divi, haec tibi ne matrem forte dedisse putes.
Did not a propitious Love, my darling, in your first days sneeze a clear-sounding omen on your birth? These celestial gifts were surely bestowed by the gods; do not imagine that your mother gave you them.
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