Quis procul ille autem ramis insignis olivae sacra ferens? nosco crinis incanaque menta regis Romani primam qui legibus urbem fundabit, Curibus parvis et paupere terra missus in imperium magnum.
But who is he apart, crowned with sprays of olive, offering sacrifice? Ah, I recognize the hoary hair and beard of that king of Rome      who will make the infant city secure on a basis of laws, called from the needy land of lowly Cures to sovereign might.
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