Quo mi inquit mutam speciem si vincor sono? Fatorum arbitrio partes sunt vobis datae; tibi forma, vires aquilae, luscinio melos, augurium corvo, laeva cornici omina; omnesque propriis sunt contentae dotibus.
But what is the use of giving me a silent beauty if I am humiliated by my voice? It is by the will of the Fates that your respective lots have been assigned; to you beauty, strength to the eagle, to the nightingale melody, to the raven prophecy, unfavorable omens to the crow. All these are contented with their own particular gifts;
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