Atque aliquis regum medio circumfluus amni: silvarum, Nemea, longe regina virentum, lecta Iovis sedes, quantum? non Herculis actis dura magis, rabidi cum colla comantia monstri angeret et tumidos animam angustaret in artus! hac saevisse tenus populorum in coepta tuorum sufficiat; tuque o cunctis insuete domari solibus, aeternae largitor corniger undae, laetus eas, quacumque domo gelida ora resolvis immortale tumens; neque enim tibi cana repostas bruma nives raptasque alio de fonte refundit () arcus aquas gravidive indulgent nubila Cauri, sed tuus et nulli ruis expugnabilis astro.
Thus spoke one of the kings standing in the middle surrounded by the stream: Nemea, queen supreme of green glades, chosen seat of Jupiter, where does it end? Even to the deeds of Hercules you were no crueler when he choked the hairy neck of the rabid monster  and squeezed his breath into his swollen limbs. Let it suffice you to have fought your peoples enterprise thus far. And you,  unused to yield to any sun, horned bestower of everlasting water, may you happily flow, whatever the home wherein you let loose your cool mouth in immortal surge. For hoary winter does not return you hidden snows, nor does the rainbow pour you back waters seized from some other spring or the clouds of gravid Caurus favour you; you are your own and no star can defeat your course. Apollos Ladon shall not surpass you, nor either Xanthus, nor threatening Spercheus, nor the Centaurs Lycormas.
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