da templum dignasque tuis conatibus aras, quas puppes velis nolint transire secundis, quo pater aetherius mensisque accita deorum turba et ab excelso veniat soror hospita templo.
Give me a temple and an altar worthy of your endeavors, one that ships under propitious sail would not wish to pass by, one to which my heavenly father might come and a crowd of gods invited to dine and my sister from her lofty temple as my guest.
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