aspice me, cui parva domi fortuna relictast, nullus et antiquo Marte triumphus avi, ut regnem mixtas inter conviva puellas hoc ego, quo tibi nunc elevor, ingenio! me iuvet hesternis positum languere corollis, quem tetigit iactu certus ad ossa deus; Actia Vergilio cordi sit litora Phoebi, Caesaris et fortis dicere posse rates, qui nunc Aeneae Troiani suscitat arma iactaque Lavinis moenia litoribus.
Look at me, for whom was left a scanty fortune at home, and no ancestor ever won a triumph in battles of yore, and how I reign at the banquet among a crowd of girls thanks to the genius for which I am now disparaged by you. Be it my delight to loll amid the garlands of yesterday, for the god of unerring aim has pierced me to the bone: be it VIRGILS pleasure to be able to sing the Actian shores of Apollo, and the brave fleet of Caesar; even now he is stirring to life the arms of Trojan Aeneas and the walls he founded on Lavine shores.
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