At puer egregius tendens ad sidera palmas, his mihi pro donis, hominum mitissime custos, si merui, longa dominum renovare iuventa atque orbi servare velis.
But the peerless boy, stretching his hands to the stars: In return for these gifts, gentlest guardian of mankind, may you long wish, if I have so deserved, to renew our lords youth and preserve him for the world.
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