iunge, puer, cyathos, sed ne numerare labora cunctantemque intende chelyn; discede, Laborque Curaque, dum nitidis canimus gemmantia saxis balnea dumque procax vittis hederisque soluta fronde verecundo Clio mea ludit Etrusco.
Boy, pour cup on cup (but take no care to count them) and string the tarrying lyre. Begone Toil and Care, as I sing the Baths bejeweled with glistening marbles, and my Clio, wantoning in fillets and ivy and free of modest leafage, sports for Etruscus.
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