Carmina dono tibi, serta tuo genio, carmina uti, Critia, lux haec optata canatur quae bis septeno vere tibi remeat, serta autem ut laeto tibi tempore tempora vernent, aetatis florem floribus ut decores.
Songs, my Critias, to celebrate this longed-for day, Which comes around with your fourteenth spring, And wreaths to adorn your brows in this happy season, So that you may adorn with flowers your youthful flower.
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