quem qui rite suis per propugnacula muris noverit insertum, seque ac sua moenia vallo praecingat triplici celsa stans eminus arce, fretus amore petrae castis et pervigil armis, non illum regina Tyri, non accola magni Euphratis Parthus rapiet, non decolor Indus tempora pinnatis redimitus nigra sagittis.
If a man knows that this stone is duly set in the defences of his walls and girds himself and his stronghold with a threefold rampart, while he stands at a distance on his lofty citadel in reliance on the love of the stone, watching and keeping his armour clean, such a man neither queen of Tyre nor Parthian that dwells by great Euphrates shall ravish, nor swarthy Indian whose black brows are wreathed with feathered arrows.
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