ante fores templi, cratere antistes et auro libatum fundens in tua sacra merum, haec ego non humili referam memoranda coturno, qualis Pindarico spiritus ore tonat: tu modo servitio vacuum me siste superbo, atque hoc sollicitum vince sopore caput.
Before the temple doors, as priest pouring for your rites a libation of wine from a bowl of gold, I shall hymn these themes, meet for no humble strain, but with such voice as thundered forth from Pindars lips: do you but set me free from imperious enslavement and overwhelm my troubled head with slumber.
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