quae te tam laeta tulerunt saecula? qui tanti talem genuere parentes? in freta dum fluvii current, dum montibus umbrae lustrabunt convexa, polus dum sidera pascet,  semper honos nomenque tuum laudesque manebunt, quae me cumque vocant terrae.
What happy ages bore you? What glorious parents gave birth to so noble a child? While rivers run to ocean, while on the mountains shadows move over slopes, while heaven feeds the stars, ever shall your honour, your name, and your praises abide, whatever be the lands that summon me!
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