hic cum festa dies ciere ravos cantus coeperit et voluptuosam scurrarum querimoniam crepare, tunc, tunc carmina digniora vobis vinosi hospitis excitus Camena plus illis ego barbarus susurrem.
Here, when a feast-day has begun to excite hoarse songs and to resound with the popular plaints of the buffoons, then, yes then, aroused by the muse of my tipsy host, I shall become a worse barbarian than they, and murmur strains more worthy of you.
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