sed me vester amor nimiusque arcana profari Phoebus agit; vobis ventura atque omne quod ultra est pandere maestus eo; nam te, vesane, moneri ante nefas, unique tacet tibi noster Apollo.
But my love for you and too potent Phoebus drive me to speak secrets out. Sadly I am going to lay bare to you things to come and whatever lies beyond. As for you, madman, warning you would be sin, to you alone our lord Apollo is silent.
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