cur me supino pectoris fastu tumens spernis poetam consulem, tuique amantem teque mirantem ac tua desiderantem carmina oblitus alto neglegis fastidio?
why, puffing out thy chest with proud disdain, dost thou scorn me, a poet-consul, and to one who loves thee, admires thee, longs to enjoy thy verse, forgetfully show neglect and proud contempt?
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