Phoebe parens, seu te Lyciae Pataraea nivosis exercent dumeta iugis, seu rore pudico Castaliae flavos amor est tibi mergere crines, seu Troiam Thymbraeus habes, ubi fama volentem ingratis Phrygios umeris subiisse molares, seu iuvat Aegaeum feriens Latonius umbra Cynthus et assiduam pelago non quaerere Delon: tela tibi longeque feros lentandus in hostes arcus et aetherii dono cessere parentis aeternum florere genas;.
Father Phoebus, whether Pataras thickets task you in Lycias snowy hills, or your pleasure be to dip your yellow hair in Castalias chaste waters, or as Thymbras patron you frequent Troy, where story has it that you willingly bore blocks of Phrygian stone on your unrequited shoulders,  or whether you favour Latonas Cynthus, whose shadow strikes the Aegean, with no need to seek for Delos now steady in the deep:  yours by gift of your heavenly parent are darts and the bow you bend against fierce foes and cheeks eternally abloom;
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