hic vates Phoebique fides non vana parentis, Mopsus, puniceo cui circumfusa cothurno palla imos ferit alba pedes vittataque fronte cassis et in summo laurus Peneia cono.
Here sits Mopsus the prophet, no empty pledge of the fatherhood of Phoebus; his white cloak falling about his scarlet buskins touches the soles of his feet, a helmet bound with a fillet shades his brow, and a laurel spray from Peneus crowns the peak.
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