haec urant pueros, haec urant scripta puellas meque deum clament et mihi sacra ferant! te duce vel Iovis arma canam caeloque minantem Coeum et Phlegraeis Eurymedonta iugis; eductosque pares silvestri ex ubere reges, ordiar et caeso moenia firma Remo, celsaque Romanis decerpta palatia tauris, crescet et ingenium sub tua iussa meum; prosequar et currus utroque ab litore ovantis, Parthorum astutae tela remissa fugae, claustraque Pelusi Romano subruta ferro, Antonique gravis in sua fata manus.
Let these verses of mine inflame boys and girls; let them acclaim me as a god and offer me worship. If you lead the way, I shall sing even of the arms of Jove, and Coeus and Eurymedon threatening heaven from the hills of Phlegra; I shall tell of the royal pair reared at a wild beasts teat, the walls that were established by the slaying of Remus, and the lofty Palatine grazed by the steers of Rome; my genius shall rise to the height of your command. I shall celebrate the chariots that triumph from East and from West, the shafts of the Parthians crafty flight now laid aside, the bastions of Pelusium overthrown by Roman swords, and the heavy hand of Antony fatal to himself.
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