tene ego, regnator terrarum orbisque subacti magne parens, te, spes hominum, te, cura deorum, cerno iacens? datur haec iuxta, datur ora tueri vina inter mensasque, et non assurgere fas est? Tectum augustum, ingens, non centum insigne columnis, sed quantae superos caelumque Atlante remisso sustentare queant.
Do I behold you as I recline, sovereign of the lands, great parent of a world subdued, you, hope of mankind, you, care of the gods? Is it granted me indeed to gaze at this face from nearby amid wine and tables, and lawful for me not to rise? An august edifice, vast, magnificent not with a hundred columns but as many as might support heaven and the High Ones were Atlas let go.
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