post trabeas et eburnam aquilam sellamquecurulem cernuat ora senex barbatus et oscula figit cruribus aenipedum, si fas est credere, equorum, inmotasque rotas et flecti nescia lora aut ornat redimita rosis aut ture vaporat.
After he has worn robes of state, held the ivory eagle, and sat on the curule chair, a bearded old man bends his face to earth and plants kisses (it is all but incredible!) on the legs of bronze-footed horses, and decks with wreaths of roses, or smokes with incense, wheels that cannot turn and reins that cannot bend.
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