tunc consolandi gratia dixit dea: Sed forma vincis, vincis magnitudine; nitor smaragdi collo praefulget tuo, pictisque plumis gemmeam caudam explicas.
Then to console him the goddess said: But in beauty you surpass the nightingale; you surpass her in size. The brilliance of the emerald glitters on your neck, you spread a tail bedecked with jewels and gaily painted feathers.
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