e quarum numero me contigit una dearum (ut reor a facie, Calliopea fuit): contentus niveis semper vectabere cycnis, nec te fortis equi ducet ad arma sonus.
Then from their number one of the goddesses laid her hand on me (by her looks I think it was Calliope): You will always be happy to ride on snow-white swans; no galloping hooves of the war-horse will call you to arms.
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