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Quae magis laudem monumenta , quōve Inchoātae pȳramidēs tyrannō Altius caelum exagitent serēnum , Quaeris amīce ?
Iam Iovis tēxit simulācra magnī Pulvis īnfōrmis , generōsa templum Dēflet exstīnctum quotiēns revīsit Lāpsa Diāna .
Nōn mihi immēnsus soliō Colossus Nunc sub ignōtō latitāns solō , nec Grandis in cassum placuit furentī Pendulus hortus
Ecce quae vērē tibi dōna līquit , Et quibus dignā clueat vetustās Laude praeclāra . ēn fuērunt Carmina tantum
What monuments do I praise more than others , or under what Tyrant do the pyramids Wear at the serene heavens more loftily than others , You ask , my friend ?
Already the portrayal of great Jove has been covered By formless dust ; the noble-born [ Diana ] [ weeps ] her temple Whenever she gets another look at it Having fallen .
For me , neither Colossus immense on / with the throne Now hiding beneath unknown soil , nor pleasing to the raving [ me ] is the uselessly huge Hanging garden [ s ]
See what gifts it really left you , And by virtue of which , with just praise , antiquity is famed As being illustrious . Behold , they were Merely poems
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