agnovi: non ille quidem turgentia sertis tempora nec flava crinem distinxerat uva: nubilus indignumque oculis liquentibus imbrem alloquitur: dum Fata dabant tibi, nate, potentem Lemnon et externis etiam servare timendam gentibus, haud umquam iusto mea cura labori destitit: absciderunt tristes crudelia Parcae stamina, nec dictis, supplex quae plurima fudi ante Iovem frustra, lacrimisque avertere luctus contigit;
I knew him, though he had not bound his swelling temples with garlands nor his hair with yellow grapes. Cloudy, his eyes shedding an unseemly rain, he addresses us: My son, while I was permitted by the Fates to keep Lemnos for you powerful and feared even by foreign peoples, my care never ceased from this lawful toil. The gloomy Parcae have severed their cruel threads, nor has it fallen to me to avert these woes by words, of which I have poured many in vain, suppliant before Jove, and tears.
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