iudicis officium est ut res, ita tempora rerum quaerere. quaesito tempore tutus eris. carmina proveniunt animo deducta sereno; nubila sunt subitis pectora nostra malis. carmina secessum scribentis et otia quaerunt; me mare, me venti, me fera iactat hiems. carminibus metus omnis obest; ego perditus ensem haesurum iugulo iam puto iamque meo. haec quoque quod facio, iudex mirabitur aequus, scriptaque cum venia qualiacumque leget.
Tis a judges duty to investigate both the circumstances and the time of an act. If they ask the time you will be secure. Poetry comes fine spun from a soul at peace; my mind is clouded with unexpected woes. Poetry requires the writer to be in privacy and ease; I am harassed by the sea, by gales, by wintry storms. Poetry is injured by any fear; I in my ruin am ever and ever expecting a sword to pierce my throat. Even the making of such verse as this will surprise a fair-minded critic and he will read these verses with indulgence, however poor they are.
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