nam quid Praenesti dubias, o Cynthia, sortes, quid petis Aeaei moenia Telegoni? cur ita te Herculeum deportant esseda Tibur? Appia cur totiens te Via Lanuvium? scilicet umbrosis sordet Pompeia columnis porticus, aulaeis nobilis Attalicis, et platanis creber pariter surgentibus ordo, flumina sopito quaeque Marone cadunt, et sonitus lymphis toto crepitantibus orbe, cum subito Triton ore refundit aquam.
Why, Cynthia, do you seek riddling oracles at Praeneste, why seek the walls of Aeaean Telegonus? Why so oft are you taken by your carriage to Herculean Tibur, why so oft by the Appian Way to Lanuvium? Pompeys portico, I take it, is not good enough for you, with its shady columns, resplendent with brocaded awnings, or the dense avenue of plane-trees rising evenly, the streams which issue out of the slumbering Maro, or the sound of the water which splashes all round the basin, when the Triton suddenly pours forth a fountain from his lips.
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