Estne verum, quod inter ista clamavimus: O nos felices? Quid enim felicius nobis, quibus non iam illud optandum est, ut nos diligat princeps, sed di quemadmodum princeps? Civitas religionibus dedita, semperque deorum indulgentiam pie merita, nihil felicitati suae putat adstrui posse, nisi ut di Caesarem imitentur.
Amidst our acclamation of yourself we declared ourselves happy too: has this not the ring of truth? How could we be happier? Secure in our princes love, we have only to hope that the gods will love us in the same way. And so this city which has always shown its devotion to religion and earned through piety the gracious favour of the gods has only one thought for the completion of its happiness: the gods must follow where Caesar shows the way.
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