primus in orbe deos fecit timor! et tibi tuto nunc eat iste furor; sed prima ad classica cum iam hostilem Ismenon galeis Dircenque bibemus, ne mihi tunc, moneo, lituos atque arma volenti obvius ire pares venisque aut alite visa bellorum proferre diem: procul haec tibi mollis infula terrificique aberit dementia Phoebi: illic augur ego et mecum quicumque parati insanire manu.
Fear first made gods in the world. And for now let this your raving go unpunished. But when we drink hostile Ismenos and Dirce with our helmets to the sound of first trumpets, I warn you, do not then seek to balk me as I crave clarions and arms and to put off the day of battle at sight of entrails or bird. No help for you then in this soft fillet and the folly of bogy Phoebus. There I am the augur and all who are ready to play the fighting madman with me.
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