quando oblita mihi tot carmina totque per aevum conexa historiae, soccos aulaeaque regum et melicos lyricosque modos profando novabis obductosque seni facies puerascere sensus?
When shall those many poems by me forgot, those many links in the chain of history through the ages, those comedies, royal tragedies, and strains melic and lyric by thine utterance be recalled? When wilt thou make an old mans clouded faculties grow youthful?
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