Non ita Dardanio gavisus, Atrida, triumphos, cum caderent magnae Laomedontis opes; nec sic errore exacto laetatus Ulixes, cum tetigit carae litora Dulichiae; nec sic Electra, salvum cum aspexit Oresten, cuius falsa tenens fleverat ossa soror; nec sic, cum incolumem Minois Thesea vidit, Daedalium lino cui duce rexit iter; quanta ego praeterita collegi gaudia nocte: immortalis ero, si altera talis erit.
The poets triumph Not thus did you rejoice, son of Atreus, in your triumph over Troy, when the mighty power of Laomedon collapsed in ruin; nor so jubilant was Ulysses when, his wanderings over, he reached the shore of his beloved Ithaca; nor so Electra, when she beheld Orestes safe, having wept a sisters grief as she held his supposed ashes; nor so Minos daughter, when she saw Theseus unharmed, for whom, with thread for pilot, she had steered a course through Daedalus maze: all their joys were as nothing to those I garnered this past night: come such another, and I shall be immortal.
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