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XXXVI

Setigerae matris fecunda pastus in alvo
Desuper ex alto virides expecto saginas,
Nomine numen habens, si littera prima peribit.

Peck:

A bristly mother gave me birth, they say,
And now above my verdant food I stay,
My name, too, is a god's, with the first sound away.

Ohl:

Born in the fecund womb of a bristly mother, I await from aloft green food, holding divinity within my name if the first letter perish.

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