L. iam non decipior: te iudice pallidus alter venit et hirsuta spinosior hystrice barbam; candidus alter erat levique decentior ovo et ridens oculis crinemque simillimus auro, qui posset dici, si non cantaret, Apollo.
L. No longer am I deceived. When you were umpire, Nyctilus came pale, his beard pricklier than the bristly porcupine. But his rival was fair, sleeker than a smooth egg, with laughter in his eyes and the very gleam of gold in his hair, worthy the name Apollo, if only he did not sing.
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