Nymphae, noster amor, Libethrides, aut mihi carmen, quale meo Codro, concedite (proxima Phoebi versibus ille facit); aut, si non possumus omnes, hic arguta sacra pendebit fistula pinu.
Ye Nymphs of Libethra, my delight, either grant me such a strain as ye granted my Codrus'his verses come nearest to Apollos'or, if such power is not for us all, here on the sacred pine shall hang my tuneful pipe.
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