nam tibi non tantum venturos dicere nimbos agricolis qualemque ferat sol aureus ortum attribuere dei, sed dulcia carmina saepe concinis, et modo te Baccheis Musa corymbis munerat et lauro modo pulcher obumbrat Apollo.
For not only have the gods given to you to tell husbandmen of coming rain-storms and of the kind of sunrise a golden sunset offers, but you are often the singer of sweet poetry, and now the Muse rewards you with Bacchic ivy-clusters, now fair Apollo shades your brow with laurel.
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