hanc primum veniens plectro modulatus eburno felices cantus ore sonante dedit: sed postquam fuerant digiti cum voce locuti, edidit haec dulci tristia verba modo: salve, cura deum: casto nam rite poetae Phoebusque et Bacchus Pieridesque favent: sed proles Semelae Bacchus doctaeque sorores dicere non norunt quid ferat hora sequens: at mihi fatorum leges aevique futuri eventura pater posse videre dedit.
On this, when first he came, he played with ivory quill, and cheering music sounded from his lips. But when fingers and voice had spoken together, then to the tune of a sweet measure he uttered these bitter words: Hail to thee, favourite of the gods'for to a holy poet Phoebus, Bacchus, and the Pierid maids are fitly friends. But Bacchus, offspring of Semele, and the lettered sisters have no skill to say what future hours shall bring. But to me my Sire has granted the power to see the laws of Fate and what shall issue in the time to come.
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