ferte simul gemitus cognataque ducite flammis funera, et hoc cunctae miserandum addiscite carmen: Occidit ariae celeberrima gloria gentis psittacus, ille plagae viridis regnator Eoae, quem non gemmata volucris Iunonia cauda vinceret aspectu, gelidi non Phasidis ales, nec quas umenti Numidae rapuere sub Austro, ille salutator regum nomenque locutus Caesareum et queruli quondam vice functus amici, nunc conviva levis monstrataque reddere verba tam facilis, quo tu, Melior dilecte, recluso numquam solus eras.
Together bring your lamentations, bearing your dead kinsman to the flames. And all learn this dirge: Dead the famed glory of the airy race, the parrot, green sovereign of eastern clime, whose aspect not Junos bird with her jeweled tail would have surpassed, nor the fowl of icy Phasis, nor they that Numidians capture under a rainy South Wind. He, saluter of kings that spoke Caesars name, would play the role of sympathizing friend or again be a lightsome dinner companion, so ready to return words shown. When he was released, dear Melior, you were never alone.
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