potuit Latonia frater saxa (nec invideo) defigere Delon et imis commendare fretis; cara summovit ab arce hostiles Tritonis aquas; vidi ipse potentem gentibus Eois Epaphum dare iura, nec ullas Cyllene secreta tubas Minoave curat Ida: quid heu tantum nostris offenderis aris? hic tibi (quando minor iam nostra potentia) noctes Herculeae placitusque vagae Nycteidos ardor, hic Tyrium genus et nostro felicior igne taurus: Agenoreos saltem tutare nepotes.
My brother (and I grudge him not) could fix Delos fast, Latonas rock,  and commend her to the depth of the seas, the Tritonian removed hostile waters from her dear citadel,  I myself have seen potent Epaphus ruling the races of the East, neither does hidden Cyllene  or Minoan Ida  trouble for trumpets. Why, ah why, are you offended only by my altars?  Here, since my influence now counts for little, you have your nights of Hercules and your chosen love of the wandering daughter of Nycteus,  here the race of Tyre and the bull more fortunate  than my fire; at least protect Agenors progeny.
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