quod si prisca luunt auctorum crimina gentes subvenitque tuis sera haec sententia curis, percensere aevi senium, <a> quo tempore tandem terrarum furias abolere et saecula retro emendare sat est? iamdudum ab sedibus illis incipe, fluctivaga qua praeterlabitur unda Sicanios longe relegens Alpheos amores: Arcades hic tua (nec pudor est) delubra nefastis imposuere locis, illic Mavortius axis Oenomai Geticoque pecus stabulare sub Haemo dignius, abruptis etiamnum inhumata procorum reliquiis trunca ora rigent; tamen hic tibi templi gratus honos; placet Ida nocens mentitaque manes Creta tuos.
But if the peoples expiate the ancient crimes of their first ancestors and this late resolve has entered your anxious thoughts, to pass times old age in review, how far back, I ask, does it suffice to cancel earths mad doings and purge the ages in reverse? Begin straightway with those dwellings  where the wave-wandering waters of Alpheus glide, distantly retracing his Sicanian love. Here the men of Arcady set your shrine (nor do you blush) in abominable ground; there was the chariot of Oenomaus, gift of Mars, and horses worthier to be stabled under Getic Haemus.  There even now stark and unburied are the mangled heads of the suitors, torn from their remains.  And yet the grace of a temple there pleases you; guilty Ida  and Crete that tells falsely of your death is to your liking.
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