comminus ora ferens Cirrhaei in limine templi constitit et sacras ita vocibus asperat iras: Non missus, Thymbraee, tuos supplexve penates advenio: mea me pietas et conscia virtus has egere vias.
He  stood at the threshold of Cirrhas shrine, facing square, and with these words sharpens the sacred ire: Thymbraean, I come to your dwelling not sent or in supplication. My love of country and conscious valour made me journey hither.
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