est tibi non infra specie, non nomine dispar, Theiodamanteo proximus ardor Hylae: huic tu, sive leges Umbrae rate flumina silvae, sive Aniena tuos tinxerit unda pedes, sive Gigantei spatiabere litoris ora, sive ubicumque vago fluminis hospitio, Nympharum semper cupidas defende rapinas (non minor Ausoniis est amor Adryasin); ne tibi sit duros montes et frigida saxa, Galle, neque expertos semper adire lacus.
Your flame resembles Hylas, son of Theodamas, not inferior in beauty, not unlike in name. Whether you sail on the river that flows through Umbrias woods, or bathe your feet in Anios waters, or pace the shores of the Giants strand, or anywhere a rivers wandering waters welcome you, ward off from him the ever lustful hands of the Nymphs (the western Dryads are no less amorous than their sisters), lest it be your fate, Gallus, in endless quest to visit bleak hills and icy crags and pools not tried before.
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