At tu, seu rapidum poli per axem Famae curribus arduis levatus, qua surgunt animae potentiores, terras despicis et sepulchra rides, seu pacis merito nemus reclusi felix Elysii tenes in oris, quo Pharsalica turba congregatur, et te nobile carmen insonantem Pompei comitantur et Catones, seu magna sacer at superbus umbra noscis Tartaron et procul nocentum audis verbera pallidumque visa matris lampade respicis Neronem: adsis lucidus et vocante Polla unum, quaeso, diem deos silentum exores; solet hoc patere limen ad nuptas redeuntibus maritis.
But you, whether soaring in Fames lofty chariot through the rapid vault of heaven, where rise mighty souls, you look down on earth and laugh at tombs, or dwell happily in Elysiums retreat, the grove of peace you have deserved, where assembles the Pharsalian throng and the Pompeys and Catos keep you company as you sound your noble lay; or, hallowed and proud, your great shade acquaints itself with Tartarus and hears from a distance the stripes of the guilty, regarding Nero as he pales at sight of his mothers torch: come here in your splendor, Polla calls, and beg one day, pray you, of the gods of the silent ones. That door is apt to open for husbands returning to their brides.
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