45. Parthenius Makes Offering to Phoebus on His Son's Fifth Birthday

Take my glad offering, Phoebus; for my son
This fragrant censer have I filled to thee,
For now his second lustrum has begun
And many a new Olympiad let him see.

Kind be thy tree-love so thou favour me;
In stainless glory let thy sister shine;
Yet brighter may thine ageless beauty be
And Bromius' tresses never vie with thine.
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Martial
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