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| − | ==Apuleius Metamorphosis XI.2: Lucius' Prayer for the Assistance of Isis==
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| − | Diana, who are the sister of the God Phoebus, who nourishes so many
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| − | people by the generation of beasts, and are now adored at the sacred
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| − | places of Ephesus, … You who is worshipped in divers manners, and
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| − | does illuminate all the borders of the earth by Your feminine shape,
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| − | You which nourishes all the fruits of the world by Your vigor and
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| − | force; with whatsoever name or fashion it is lawful to call upon You,
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| − | I pray You end my great travail and misery, and deliver me from the
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| − | wretched fortune, which has for so long a time pursued me. Grant
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| − | peace and rest if it please You to reply to my entreaties, for I have
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| − | endured too much labor and peril.
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| − | ==Catullus 34.5: ==
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| − | Diana, in faith, we are pure girls and boys, allow us to sing to
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| − | You. Diana, magnificent child of still greater Jove, whose mother
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| − | Latona gave You birth in an olive grove on Delos. Lady of the
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| − | Mountains who runs over hills and through dark forests, over the wild
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| − | rough hill country and through the tall grass of hidden valleys, in
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| − | mountain pastures cut by roaring streams. Women in the pain of
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| − | childbirth call you Lucina. You are Trivia, goddess of witches. You
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| − | are Luna, the luminous moon. Monthly is measured the progress of
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| − | Your journey through the year while You fill the rustic homes of good
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| − | farmers with the fruits of the earth. By whatsoever holy name it
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| − | pleases You, from antiquity have You accepted our customary
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| − | offerings, preserve in good faith the children of Romulus as ever You
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| − | graced our ancestors.
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| − | ==Corpus Inscriptiones Latinae III suppl. 8298==
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| − | Virgin Goddess of Delia, known for Your favoring grace, what
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| − | offerings You demand I happily give.
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| − | ==Corpus Inscriptiones Latinae X.3796==
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| − | Resident of Tifata, Glorious Virgin of hunters, in this place,
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| − | Daughter of Latona, was Your temple established, renowned by the
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| − | whole of mankind, Dweller of the Forest, and here as well, an
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| − | unending praise of life for You who preserves honor. …Before were
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| − | born the hills or the forests, She unfolds so much from the clouds of
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| − | the mind.
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| − | ==Grattius Faliscus Cynegetica 1-2==
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| − | I sing in thanks for the gifts of the Gods, and for those gifts, O
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| − | Diana, which are under Your auspices, for those skills in which
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| − | hunters delight.
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| − | ==Horace Carmina I.21.1; 5-8==
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| − | Tender virgins recite their prayers to You, Diana, You who delight in
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| − | dark rivers and quivering forest foliage, wherever You may be, atop
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| − | the chilly height of Algidus, or in the Erymanthic woods, or verdant
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| − | Cragus.
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| − | ==Horace Carmina III.22.1-8==
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| − | Guardian of hills and forest groves, Virgin, whom young mothers
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| − | thrice invoke at childbirth, listen and deliver them from death.
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| − | Triple goddess, to You I dedicate this pine tree that now overhangs
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| − | my villa and each year the blood of a wild boar, who ponders an
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| − | oblique thrust, I will gladly give to its roots as drink.
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| − | ==Horace Carmen Saeculares lines 1-4; 13-16; 69-72==
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| − | O shining Phoebe and forest Diana, Lucidum, shining ornaments of the
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| − | sky, ever gentle and refined, O sacred brows, give us what we pray
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| − | for now.
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| − | Gentle Moon, Ilithyia, Lucina, by whatever name you wish to be
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| − | called, Gentalis, watch over mothers, may You give them gentle
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| − | Diana, who dwells on the Aventine and Algidus hilltops, graciously
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| − | lend Your ears to the prayers of virile men and young boys.
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| − | ==Laevius FPR fr. 26; p. 292:==
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| − | Therefore adoring You as though You were nurturing Venus Herself,
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| − | whether You are female, or whether You are male, even so,
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| − | Illuminating the Night, You are a nurturing Moon.
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| − | ==Livius Andronicus Equos Troianos: ==
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| − | Grant me the strength, Goddess, to whom I ask, to whom I pray; extend
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| − | Your assistance to me.
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| − | ==Ovid Amores II 14.19-24 ==
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| − | Ilithyia, You who are compassionate towards women in labor, who
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| − | suffer with great pains in their womb, their bodies strained in slow
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| − | birth of the hidden child, gently attend to her, Ilithyia, and favor
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| − | my prayers. She is worthy of Your aid, reward her with life, I will
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| − | myself, dressed in pure white robes offer frankincense upon Your
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| − | altar, I will myself carry votive gifts to lay at Your feet. And to
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| − | Your altar's inscription I shall add, "By Naso, for Corinna saved."
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| − | Act in this manner, and receive the legend inscribed and the gifts in
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| − | Your sanctuary.
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| − | ==Ovid Fasti II 449-52==
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| − | Thanks be to You, Lucina, who are named for this sacred grove, or
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| − | else because it is You, Goddess, who brings life into the light of
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| − | day. Kind Lucina, I pray that You spare pregnant girls from labor's
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| − | hardship, and gently birth ripened infants from their wombs.
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| − | ==Ovid Fasti III 255-6==
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| − | (Diana) Lucina, You have given us light, attend our birthing prayers.
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| − | ==Ovid Metamorphoses I.487-9==
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| − | Daphne, daughter of Peneus pleaded, Father, grant me what Diana's
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| − | father has granted Her; let me remain, as I am, a woman, virgin and
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| − | ==Ovid Metamorphoses V.618-20 ==
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| − | Help me, Diana, for I am overwhelmed. Diana, I am Your servant, Your
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| − | arms-bearer, to whom You have often given Your bow to carry, and who
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| − | filled Your quiver with arrows.
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| − | ==Ovid Metamorphoses VI.327-8==
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| − | Favour me, Goddess, lead me, and lend me your support.
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| − | ==Servius Honoratus Ad Aeneis 1.330==
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| − | Whoever you may be, whether Diana or a Nymph, may You favor us and
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| − | lighten our labors.
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| − | ==Silius Italicus Punica Liber XIII. 13.137: ==
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| − | Come favorably, Diana, daughter of Latona, onto our undertaking.
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| − | ==Statius Thebaid IV 746-64; ==
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| − | Potent Goddess of sacred groves - for by your noble appearance and
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| − | modesty I think You are not born of mortals - beneath a starry sky
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| − | delighting, no need have you to search for water; come quickly then
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| − | to help your neighbors. Whether Diana, who is mighty with the bow
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| − | and Latona's daughter, has sent you from Her chaste company to the
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| − | bridal chamber, or whether a lapse for humble love has drawn you from
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| − | the stars above to make you fertile, for the Arbiter among the Gods
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| − | is Himself not new to Argive wedding beds, look with favor upon a
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| − | tired army on the march. We determined that Thebes deserves to be
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| − | destroyed with the sword brought forward, but now severe drought
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| − | makes us no longer war-like, it bends our hearts, ands weakens us
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| − | into idleness. Grant drink to those who are weary, whether you hold
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| − | a babbling brook or stagnant pool. This will bring no shame or
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| − | desecration to your place. Winds, you now are asked along with Jove
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| − | for rain, may you refresh our virile and bellicose hearts and
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| − | replenish our lifeless spirits. Thus with favoring skies may this
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| − | burden to you thrive with rain laden clouds. Only Jupiter may grant
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| − | that we will return with plunder, but if so, O Goddess, war gained
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| − | riches we will pile as offerings of thanks to you. For your
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| − | sanctuary, Goddess, a great altar we will build, and wash it in the
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| − | blood of numerous Boeotian cattle to repay your kindness.
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| − | ==Statius Thebaid VI 633-37==
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| − | Goddess, divine power of woodland groves, to You and to Your honour,
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| − | these locks of my hair are owed, and by the vow made to You also
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| − | comes this wrong. If my mother or I merited your good assistance in
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| − | the hunt, I ask You not allow me to go to Thebes under foreboding
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| − | signs, nor allow Arcadia to plunge into so much shame.
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| − | ==Statius Thebaid IX 608-35==
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| − | Virgin Goddess of the sacred groves, whose unkind banners and fierce
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| − | battle cries I follow, scorning my sex in a manner unlike the
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| − | Greeks. Not the throngs in Colchis or the assembled Amazons cherish
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| − | Your sacred rites more than I. If ever did I not boldly enter
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| − | Bacchic revelries of the night and, although disgraced unseen in the
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| − | bedroom, nevertheless I did not bear with joy the smooth shaft of the
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| − | thyrsus or the soft sacks, and even after I married, though my virgin
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| − | purity was soiled, in my heart of hearts I remained a virgin
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| − | huntress. I took no care to hide my fault from You in some secret
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| − | cave, but held out my son to You, confessed my shame and trembling
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| − | laid him at Your feet. He was not of degenerate blood, not weak or
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| − | mild, but straightaway he crawled to my bow and as a babe cried for
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| − | my arrow. For him I pray – whose fate causes me these restless
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| − | nights and threatening dreams – for him, who now audaciously goes too
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| − | boldly off to war, I pray to You that I may see him victorious, or,
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| − | if I pray for too much, grant at least that I may see him once more.
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| − | In this let him perspire and bear Your arms. Suppress the ill-boding
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| − | omens. What foreign Maenades, what Theban gods, I ask You, Diana of
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| − | the sacred Delian grove, hold power in our forest? Leave me! Deep
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| − | within my heart – may the augury be in vain – why, deep within my
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| − | heart, do I see such dire omens in this mighty oak? If what
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| − | worrisome dreams are sent me in my sleep truly presage the future, I
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| − | pray, merciful Dictynna, by Your mother's labors and Your brother's
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| − | glory, with all Your arrows pierce deeply this unhappy womb, and let
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| − | him first hear of his wretched mother's death.
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| − | ==Statius Thebaid X 360-70==
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| − | By these wandering stars I swear, by the shade of my leader, who is
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| − | to me a divine power, that like the depth of my grief so is my deep
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| − | resolve. Once my mind was downcast in mournful search of my friend,
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| − | but now I shall lead the way, Cynthia, mistress of arcane mysteries
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| − | of the night. If Your divine power, as they assert, is threefold and
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| − | You descend into the forest each time with a different appearance, it
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| − | was he who recently was Your companion, and whose honor was nurtured
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| − | in Your sacred grove. At least consider now to lend me Your aid, for
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| − | it is this boy, Diana, for whom I search.
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| − | ==Terentius Andria 232==
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| − | I pray, You Gods, grant an easy delivery to this girl, and assign to
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| − | someone else the ill fate that awaits the day when the midwife makes
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| − | her mistakes.
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| − | ==Tibullus IV.iv.1 sqq.==
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| − | Come, Phoebus, with Your golden hair loosely floating, soothe her
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| − | torture, restore her fair complexion. Come quickly, we pray, we
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| − | implore, use Your happy skills, such charms as You never spared
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| − | before. Grant that her frail fame shall not waste away with
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| − | consumption, or her eyes grow languid, and her bloom fade. Come now
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| − | with Your favoring aid.
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| − | ==Tibullus IV.vi.1 sqq==
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| − | Come, most chaste Queen of Heaven, appear in royal robes and nod Your
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| − | assent to the wine that is poured and the cakes piled high to await
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| − | You. With You bring every herb for ending pain, and soothing songs
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| − | to sing; across the ocean from distant shores bear such herbs as will
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| − | cure our most severe ills, or whatever else we most fear. Rack this
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| − | girl no more with pain, or cruelly delay her birthing.
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| − | ==Valerius Cato Lydia 41-44==
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| − | Your love, O Moon, is with You; why then am I not also with mine? O
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| − | Moon, You know what grief is; pity one who grieves. (Endymion) who
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| − | caresses You, O Phoebus, celebrates love with a laurel, and what
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| − | procession has not told the story to the Gods, or when has fame not
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| − | told it to the forest?
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| − | You, O divine daughter of Latona, Glory of the Stars and Guardian of
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| − | ==Virgil Aeneid XI.583-85==
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| − | (Diana), skillful in arms, leader in battle and guardian of soldiers,
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| − | with Your hand, Tritonian Virgin, shatter the spear of this Phrygian
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| − | pirate; throw him to the ground and stretch him out prostrate beneath
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| − | our high gate.
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| − | ==Virgil Aeneid XI.557-60 ==
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| − | Gracious (Diana), virgin daughter of Latona, who inhabits sacred
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| − | groves and nurtures woodlands, I, her father, vow this child into
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| − | service as Your handmaiden. Holding Your weapons before all others,
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| − | Your suppliant flees on the wind from the enemy. Bear witness to my
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| − | vow, I pray, O Goddess, and accept her as Your own, whom I now commit
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| − | to a precarious breeze.
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| − | ==Virgil Eclogues 4.8-10==
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| − | Only do You, at the boy's birth, in whom a golden race now arises the
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| − | world over, and the men of iron first begin to pass away, You alone
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| − | favor him, chaste Lucina; indeed Your own Apollo reigns.
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