Quis deus hanc, Musae, quis nobis extudit artem? unde nova ingressus hominum experientia cepit? pastor Aristaeus fugiens Peneia Tempe, amissis, ut fama, apibus morboque fameque, tristis ad extremi sacrum caput astitit amnis, multa querens, atque hac adfatus voce parentem: mater, Cyrene mater, quae gurgitis huius ima tenes, quid me praeclara stirpe deorum (si modo, quem perhibes, pater est Thymbraeus Apollo) invisum fatis genuisti?
What god, ye Muses, forged for us this device? Whence did mans strange adventuring take its rise? Aristaeus the shepherd, quitting Tempe by the Peneus, when'so runs the tale'his bees were lost through sickness and hunger, sorrowfully stopped beside the sacred fount at the streams head, and with much complaint called on his mother thus: O mother, mother Cyrene, who dwell in this floods depths, why, from the gods glorious line'if indeed, as you say, Thymbraean Apollo is my father'did you give me birth, to be hated of the fates?
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