Nunc age, naturas apibus quas Iuppiter ipse addidit expediam, pro qua mercede canoros Curetum sonitus crepitantiaque aera secutae Dictaeo caeli regem pavere sub antro.
Come now, the qualities which Jove himself has given bees, I will unfold'even the reward for which they followed the tuneful sounds and clashing bronzes of the Curetes, and fed the king of Heaven within the cave of Dicte.
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