iamque quiescebant voces hominumque canumque, Lunaque nocturnos alta regebat equos. hanc ego suspiciens et ad hanc Capitolia cernens, quae nostro frustra iuncta fuere Lari, numina vicinis habitantia sedibus, inquam, iamque oculis numquam templa videnda meis, dique relinquendi, quos urbs habet alta Quirini, este salutati tempus in omne mihi.
Now the voices of men and dogs were hushed and the moon aloft was guiding her steeds through the night. Gazing up at her, and by her light at the Capitol, which, all in vain, adjoined my home, I prayed: Ye deities that dwell near by and ye temples never henceforth to be seen by my eyes, ye gods of this lofty city of Quirinus, whom I must leave, receive from me this my salutation for all time!
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