tu modo, si veterem digno deplevimus haustu, da fontes mihi, Phoebe, novos ac fronde secunda necte comas: neque enim Aonium nemus advena pulso nec mea nunc primis augescunt tempora vittis.
Only do you, Phoebus, grant me new founts if I have drained the old one with a worthy draught, and bind my hair with auspicious  leafage; for no stranger do I knock at the Aonian grove, nor are these the first fillets to amplify my temples.
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