divi vera monent, venturae nuntia sortis vera monent Tuscis exta probata viris: somnia fallaci ludunt temeraria nocte et pavidas mentes false timere iubent? et vanum metuens hominum genus omina noctis farre pio placant et saliente sale? et tamen, utcumque est, sive illi vera moneri, mendaci somno credere sive solent, efficiat vanos noctis Lucina timores et frustra immeritum pertimuisse velit, si mea nec turpi mens est obnoxia facto nec laesit magnos impia lingua deos.
The warnings gods send are true, and true the warnings of the inward parts, approved by seers of Tuscany, announcing the fate to come. But dreams'do they sport at random in a deceiving night, filling affrighted souls with false alarms, and do mankind, so prone to worry, seek to propitiate the menaces of the night with offering of spelt and sputtering salt? And yet, howsoever it be, whether they wish to receive true warnings or to give ear to lies of sleep, may Lucina frustrate the terrors of this night and ordain that the innocent shall have been alarmed in vain, if neither my soul be chargeable with ugly sin nor my tongue have wickedly profaned the holy gods.
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