nec sum animi dubius, verbis ea vincere magnum quam sit et angustis hunc addere rebus honorem: sed me Parnasi deserta per ardua dulcis raptat amor; iuvat ire iugis, qua nulla priorum Castaliam molli devertitur orbita clivo.
And well I know how hard it is to win with words a triumph herein, and thus to crown with glory a lowly theme. But sweet desire hurries me over the lonely steeps of Parnassus; joyous it is to roam oer heights, where no forerunners track turns by a gentle slope down to Castalia.
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