At tu, quem longe primum stupet Itala virtus Graiaque, cui geminae florent vatumque ducumque certatim laurus (olim dolet altera vinci), da veniam ac trepidum patere hoc sudare parumper pulvere: te longo necdum fidente paratu molimur magnusque tibi praeludit Achilles.
But you, the wonder of Italys and Greeces manhood first by far, for whom the twin laurels of bards and captains flourish in rivalry (one of the twain is long since sad to be surpassed),  give me good leave; suffer me in my eagerness to sweat awhile in this dust. On you I work in long and not yet confident preparing, and great Achilles is your prelude.
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