Ennius hirsuta cingat sua dicta corona: mi folia ex hedera porrige, Bacche, tua, ut nostris tumefacta superbiat Umbria libris, Umbria Romani patria Callimachi! scandentis quisquis cernit de vallibus arces, ingenio muros aestimet ille meo! Roma, fave, tibi surgit opus; date candida, cives, omina; et inceptis dextera cantet avis! sacra deosque canam et cognomina prisca locorum: has meus ad metas sudet oportet equus.
Let Ennius crown his verse with a ragged garland: Bacchus, give me leaves of your ivy, that Umbria may swell with pride at my books, Umbria, the home of Romes Callimachus! Let whosoever descries the citadels that climb up from the vale esteem those walls by my genius. Rome, smile on me; my work rises for you; citizens, give me a fair omen, and let a bird on the right augur success for my undertaking. I shall sing of rites and deities and ancient names of places: this is the goal to which my foaming steed must press.
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