"Then, golden-wanded brother, ask me not

To speak the fates by Jupiter designed;

But be it mine to tell their various lot

To the unnumbered tribes of human-kind.

Let good to these, and ill to those be wrought

As I dispense—but he who comes consigned

By voice and wings of perfect augury

To my great shrine, shall find avail in me.

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