quis non in omni vertice Romuli reptasse dulcem Septimium putet? quis fonte Iuturnae relictis uberibus neget esse pastum?   nec mira virtus: protinus Ausonum portus vadosae nescius Africae intras adoptatusque Tuscis gurgitibus puer innatasti.
Who but would think that sweet Septimius had crawled on every hill of Romulus? Who deny that when he left the breast he drank from Juturnas fountain? No wonder you excel. Straightaway, knowing nothing of Africas shallows, you entered an Ausonian harbor and, child of adoption, swam in Tuscan waters.
final_alignments\Statius_Silvae_Book4.json