tu doctus iniquas Parcarum praenosse manus fatumque quod ultra est et summo placitura Iovi, quis letifer annus, bella quibus populis, quae mutent sceptra cometae; tu Phryga summittis citharae, tu matris honori terrigenam Tityon Stygiis extendis harenis; te viridis Python Thebanaque mater ovantem horruit in pharetris, ultrix tibi torva Megaera ieiunum Phlegyan subter cava saxa iacentem aeterno premit accubitu dapibusque profanis instimulat, sed mixta famem fastidia vincunt: adsis o memor hospitii, Iunoniaque arva dexter ames, seu te roseum Titana vocari gentis Achaemeniae ritu, seu praestat Osirim frugiferum, seu Persei sub rupibus antri indignata sequi torquentem cornua Mithram.
you have skill to know the cruel spinning of the Parcae and the fate that lies beyond and highest Joves future decrees'what peoples a year of pestilence betide, what peoples wars, what sceptres comets change: you subject the Phrygian  to your lyre and for your mothers honour spread earthborn Tityos over Stygian sands, green Python and the Theban mother  shuddered to see you triumphing with your quiver, for you avenging, grim Megaera presses starving Phlegyas with everlasting table fellowship as he lies under hollow cliffs, urging him with unholy viands, but mingled nausea overcomes his hunger: oh come, mindful of our hospitality, and bestow your love and favour upon Junos fields, whether tis best to call you rosy Titan in the fashion of the Achaemenian race, or Osiris the grain-bringer, or Mithras twisting the horns wroth to follow in the rocks of Perses cavern.
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