nunc, nunc iusta meis reverentia conpetit annis, nunc merito dicor venerabilis et caput orbis, cum galeam sub fronde oleae cristasque rubentes concutio viridi velans fera cingula serto atque armata Deum sine crimine caedis adoro.
Now at last fit and proper reverence is paid to my years. Now of right I am called venerable, the head of the world, when I shake my helmet with its red crests under a sprig of olive and veil my cruel sword-belt with a garland of greenery, worshipping God in arms but with no guilt of bloodshed.
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