illo Vergilium me tempore dulcis alebat Parthenope, studiis florentem ignobilis oti, carmina qui lusi pastorum audaxque iuventa, Tityre, te patulae cecini sub tegmine fagi.
In those days I, Virgil, was nursed by sweet Parthenope, and rejoiced in the arts of inglorious ease'I who toyed with shepherds songs, and, in youths boldness, sang of you, Tityrus, under the canopy of a spreading beech.
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