At flavum caput umidumque late crinem mollibus impeditus ulvis Vulturnus levat ora, maximoque pontis Caesarei reclinis arcu raucis talia faucibus redundat: Camporum bone conditor meorum, qui me, vallibus aviis refusum et ripas habitare nescientem, recti legibus alvei ligasti, en nunc ille ego turbidus minaxque, vix passus dubias prius carinas, iam pontem fero perviusque calcor! qui terras rapere et rotare silvas assueram, (pudet) amnis esse coepi.
But Vulturnus raises his face, his yellow head and mop of watery hair tangled with soft sedge. Leaning against the mighty arch of Caesars bridge, he pours from his hoarse throat such words as these: Kind orderer of my plains, who bound me in the law of a straight channel when I spread over distant valleys nor knew to keep my limits, see, now I, the turbulent bully, that in time past barely tolerated imperiled barks, I bear a bridge and am tramped by crossing feet. I that was wont to carry off land and whirl woods, begin (ah, shame!) to be a river.
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