At genitor sceptrique decus cultusque Tonantis inicit ipse rogis, tergoque et pectore fusam caesariem ferro minuit sectisque iacentis obnubit tenvia ora comis, ac talia fletu verba pio miscens: alio tibi, perfide, pacto, Iuppiter, hunc crinem voti reus ante dicaram si pariter virides nati libare dedisses ad tua templa genas; sed non ratus ore sacerdos, damnataeque preces; ferat haec, quae dignior, umbra.
But the father with his own hand hurls his sceptres pride and the Thunderers emblems on the pyre and clips with steel the hair that falls down his back and breast, covering the tiny face of the dead babe with the severed tresses and mingling with parental tears such words as these: Far otherwise, perfidious Jupiter, had I once consecrated these locks to you, due to discharge  the vow should you have granted me to offer my sons youthful cheeks along with them at your temple. But your priests words were not ratified, his prayer was denied. Let this shade take them who deserves them more.
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