num migrantur Rhoeteia regna in Libyam superis? aut hos Sarranus habebit navita iam portus? patria num sede fugatae Atlantem et Calpen extrema habitabimus antra? Tunc sic, evolvens repetita exordia, retro incipit ambiguus vates reseratque futura: Laomedonteus Phrygia cum sedit in Ida pastor et, errantes dumosa per avia tauros arguta revocans ad roscida pascua canna, audivit sacrae lectus certamina formae, tum matris currus niveos agitabat olores, tempora sollicitus litis servasse, Cupido.
Are the gods removing the empire of Rome to Libya? Or shall the seamen of Tyre possess these harbours in future? Must we leave our native seat and dwell in the caves of uttermost Atlas and Calpe? Then the prophet, the deity of many forms, thus began to reveal the future, beginning his tale far back in the distant past. When the shepherd sone of Laomedon sat on Phrygian Ida, and his sweet piping recalled to the dewy pastures his bulls that strayed through pathless thickets, he was chosen to witness the contest of the goddesses for the prize of beauty. Then a Cupid drove the snow-white swans harnessed to his mothers car, and feared to be too late for the contest.
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