at tu, seu mollis qua tendit Ionia, seu qua Lydia Pactoli tingit arata liquor, seu pedibus terras seu pontum remige carpes, ibis et accepti pars eris imperii: tum tibi si qua mei veniet non immemor hora, vivere me duro sidere certus eris.
But whether you are to be found where stretches luxurious Ionia or where the water of the Pactolus steeps the ploughlands of Lydia, whether you speed on foot over land or by ship over sea, go you will and become a part of popular government: then, should there come a moment when you remember me, never doubt that I live under an unkind star.
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