tu paene ab ipsis orsus incunabulis dei poeta nobilis, sertum coronae praeferens Olympiae, puer celebrasti Iovem:    mox inde cursim more torrentis freti epos ligasti metricum, ut nullus aequa lege liber carminum orationem texeret.
Almost in the cradle itself, you began to be the poet of a famous god; a boy, wearing on your brow the garland of the Olympian crown, you sang Joves praises: next, pressing onward like a raging flood, you strung together an epic all in verse more rapidly than any man free from the handicap of prosody could shape as much in prose.
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