tum primum posito remissa luctu longos Orpheos exuit dolores et dixit: puer o dicate Musis, longaevos cito transiture vates, non tu flumina nec greges ferarum nec plectro Geticas movebis ornos, sed septem iuga Martiumque Thybrim et doctos equites et eloquente cantu purpureum trahes senatum.
Then easing for the first time, she set mourning aside, putting off her long grief for Orpheus, and spoke: Boy, dedicated to the Muses, soon to surpass immortal bards, not rivers nor wild packs nor Getic ash trees shall you move with your quill; but the Seven Hills and Martian Tiber you shall draw with eloquent song, and cultured Knights and purple-clad Senate.
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