tunc ego nec cithara poteram gaudere sonora nec similes chordis reddere voce sonos, sed perlucenti cantum meditabar avena ille ego Latonae filius atque Iovis.
Then could I take no pleasure in the lyres loud tones nor my voice sing back in accord to its strings, but on the unstopped reeds I practised, I, Latonas son and Joves.
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