C. ipse polos etiam qui temperat igne geluque, Iuppiter ipse parens, cui tu iam proximus ipse, Caesar, abes, posito paulisper fulmine saepe Cresia rura petit viridique reclinis in antro carmina Dictaeis audit Curetica silvis.
C. Even he, controller of the heavens in heat and cold, our father Jupiter himself, to whom you yourself, Caesar, now stand next, doth oft lay down his thunderbolt awhile to visit Cretan meads, and, in some verdant grot reclining, mid Dictes forests listens to Curetic lays.
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