praecipuam Nemeen, qua nostra in moenia bellis nunc iter, ex alto fugiat liquor; adiuvat ipse Phoebus adhuc summo, cesset ni vestra uoluntas, limite; vim coeptis indulgent astra, meaeque aestifer Erigones spumat canis.
In Nemea especially, where war now takes its way against my city, let liquid flee from the depth. Phoebus himself aids, still at the height of his road, only let your good will not flag. The stars grant power to my endeavour and the heat-bearing dog of my Erigone foams.
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