hoc pernix habitu meum memento Orpheum visere, qui cotidiana saxa et robora corneasque fibras mollit dulciloqua canorus arte; Arpinas modo quem tonante lingua ditat, nunc stilus aut Maronianus aut quo tu Latium beas, Horati, Alcaeo melior lyristes ipso, et nunc inflat epos tragoediarum, nunc comoedia temperat iocosa, nunc flammant satirae et tyrannicarum declamatio controversiarum.
Speeding in such nimble garb, remember to visit my Orpheus, who every day by the tuneful utterance of his sweet-voiced art charms rocks and oaks and hearts of horn; whom sometimes the man of Arpinum with the thundering speech enriches, sometimes the pen of Maro or that wherewith you, Horace, bless the land of Latium, you, Horace, a better lyric poet than Alcaeus self; or again the epic majesty of tragedies inspires him; again mirthful comedy tempers his tone; again he flames up in satire or in declamations denouncing tyrants.
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