ipse Anien (miranda fides!) infraque superque saxeus, hic tumidam rabiem spumosaque ponit murmura, ceu placidi veritus turbare Vopisci Pieriosque dies et habentes carmina somnos.
Anio himself, wondrous to tell, full of rocks above and below, here rests his swollen rage and foamy din, as though loath to disturb peaceful Vopiscus Pierian days and song-filled slumbers.
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