Ipse autem puro celsum caput are saeptus templa superfulges et prospectare videris, an nova contemptis surgant Palatia flammis pulchrius, an tacita vigilet face Troicus ignis atque exploratas iam laudet Vesta ministras.
The back your father beholds, and Concord with her smiling face. You yourself shine above the temples, your lofty head surrounded by the pure air. You seem to gaze before you'does the new palace rise more beautiful than ever, despising the flames, does the secret brand of the Trojan fire keep vigil, does Vesta now praise her servants well approved?
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