tunc puer e turba, manibus qui forte supinis nobile gemmato speculum portaverat auro, hoc quoque demus ait patriis nec gratius ullum munus erit templis, ipsoque potentius auro, tu modo fige aciem et vultus hic usque relinque.
Then spoke a boy from the throng who had chanced to carry in upturned hands the mirror resplendent with jeweled gold: Let us give this too. No gift will be more welcome to his native temple; it will be more potent than the gold itself. Only do you fix a look therein and leave your face there forever.
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