C. ab Iove principium, si quis canit aethera, sumat, si quis Atlantiaci pondus molitur Olympi: at mihi, qui nostras praesenti numine terras perpetuamque regit iuvenili robore pacem, laetus et augusto felix arrideat ore.
C. From Jove let every bard begin, whoso sings of the sky, whoso essays to describe the Olympian burden which Atlas bears. For myself, may I win a glad propitious smile from the imperial lips of him whose incarnate godhead rules our lands and whose youthful prowess rules the eternal peace.
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