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| − | ==Faunus==
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| − | ===Horace Carmen 3.8.1-8===
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| − | Amorous Faunus, from whom the Nymphs flee, step lightly across my
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| − | boundaries and sunny fields, and soon depart, leaving your blessing
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| − | on my young lambs and kids, and leveled tender shoots.
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| − | If gentle, at year's end a plumb kid I'll offer, with wine libations
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| − | liberally poured from the cups of Venus' devotees, and many sweet,
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| − | fragrant herbs I'll burn on your ancient altar.
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| − | ===Virgil Aeneid 12.777-9 ===
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| − | Faunus, have pity, I pray, and you, opulent Earth, hold fast this
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| − | weapon, if always I have honored your worship in good faith.
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| − | ==Hecate==
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| − | ===Virgil Aeneid 4.609-12===
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| − | Nocturnal Hecate, who is called at the crossroads throughout the
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| − | City, and Avenging Dirae, and Elissa's gods of the dying, hear our
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| − | prayers, heed them, and direct your awful powers against those who
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| − | deserve it.
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| − | ==Pales==
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| − | ===Ovid Fasti 4.747===
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| − | Pray to Pales with warm milk, say: Be equally mindful of sheep and
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| − | their masters, Pales. May my stables escape from harm. If I have
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| − | grazed my flock in sacred pastures, or sat beneath a sacred tree, if
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| − | unknowingly my sheep plunked their fodder from gravesites, if I have
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| − | entered a sacred grove forbidden to men, and the nymphs and the half
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| − | goat gods fled in fear at the sight of me, if my knife has pruned a
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| − | shady bough to give a basket of leaves to an ailing sheep, grant
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| − | indulgence of my offenses. Do not fault me for sheltering my herd in
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| − | your sacred shrines when it was hailing heavily. Do not harm me for
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| − | disturbing your pools; O Nymphs, pardon me for stirring up the
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| − | riverbeds, the hooves of my flock turning your clear waters muddy.
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| − | Goddess, may you placate for us the spirits of springs and fountains,
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| − | and placate the freckles gods of every grove. Keep us from seeing
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| − | the Dryads and Diana at Her bath, and the Fauns lying out in pastures
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| − | at midday. Repel illness far away from us. Grant health to herds and
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| − | men, and to the vigilant pack of guard dogs. May I never herd home
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| − | less than were counted in the morning. May I never bewail the torn
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| − | fleece of my sheep carried off by a wolf. May unjust famine remain.
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| − | ===Virgil Georgics 3.1-2===
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| − | Also you, great Pales, in memory of you we sing, shepherd of
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| − | Lycaeus in Arcadia.
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| − | ==Priapus==
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| − | ===Petronius Satyricon 133===
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| − | Companion of Nymphs, companion of Bacchus, Priapus, Whom Dione
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| − | appointed God of lush forests, honored in Lesbos and verdant Thasos,
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| − | worshipped by the Lydians whose land is crossed by seven rivers and
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| − | who built a temple to You in Your Hypaepan homeland, come to me,
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| − | protector of Bacchus, beloved of Dryads, and hear my humble prayers.
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| − | My prayer is this: Relieve me of a guilty conscious, forgive my
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| − | venial offense and when Fortuna next smiles on me, praises and
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| − | thanksgiving I shall offer You. A goat with gilt horns, the finest
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| − | of his herd, I shall bring to Your altars. The suckling piglet of a
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| − | sow I shall bring to Your altars. Foaming new wine, borne by young
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| − | men I shall bring to Your altars. All these offering in procession
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| − | shall I order to pass three times around Your shrine.
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| − | ===Tibullus 1.1.17-18===
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| − | Red guardian, Priapus, placed within this fruitful garden, with your
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| − | fierce scythe frighten off the birds from this crop.
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| − | ===Tibullus 1.4.1-6===
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| − | May leafy shade shelter you, Priapus, and neither the hot sun nor
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| − | snowy storms bring you harm. By what ingenuity or skill do you seize
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| − | beauties? Certainly not by gleaming beard, nor with stylish hair, as
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| − | naked you pass through the icy winds of winter, and naked still
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| − | beneath the Dogstar you remain through the parching sun of summer.
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| − | ===Virgil Eclogues 7.33-36===
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| − | Priapus, a large cup of milk and this libum bread is all you can
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| − | expect each year, guardian of a pauper's garden. For a while yet
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| − | your image is carved in stone, but if at breeding time you make good
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| − | the herds, then of gold your image we shall make.
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| − | ==Robigo==
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| − | ===Ovid Fasti 4.911-32===
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| − | Spare Ceres' grain, O scabby Robigo, let the tips of sprouting shoots
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| − | gently quiver above rich soil. Let the crops grow, nurtured in turn
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| − | as each star passes through the heavens, until full and ripe they are
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| − | readied for the scythe. Your power is not light. What grain You
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| − | touch, the farmer notes as lost. Wind and rain damage Ceres' grain
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| − | enough, And by glistening white snow is burnt. Worst still if the
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| − | stalks are damp when the Titan sears them, Your season of anger,
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| − | fearful Goddess, when Sirius rises with the sun, Spare them, I pray.
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| − | Away with scabrous hands from the harvest Do not harm the cultivated
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| − | fields. The power to harm is enough. May You not grasp the crops, but
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| − | embrace hard iron. Destroy first whatever else is able to destroy.
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| − | Better to seize the destructive spear and sword, for they have no
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| − | use, when the world puts forth quiet peace. Now may glimmer the light
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| − | hoes and rough two-pronged hoes and let the arcing plow shine,
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| − | polished from rural work. Corrupt iron weapons instead with Your rust
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| − | And may any impulse to draw sword be thwarted by sheaths rusted from
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| − | long neglect. Do not violate Ceres, but allow the farmer time to
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| − | fulfill his vows for Your absence.
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| − | ==Terminus==
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| − | ===Ovid Fasti 2.658-62; 2.673-8===
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| − | Holy Terminus, You define people and cities and nations within their
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| − | boundaries. All land would be in dispute if without You. You seek no
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| − | offices or anyone's favour; no amount of gold can corrupt Your
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| − | judgement. In good faith You preserve the legitimate claims to rural
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| − | lands.
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| − | Terminus, You have lost Your freedom to move about, remain on guard,
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| − | positioned where You were stationed, never to concede whatever claims
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| − | a neighbor may make, lest You would appear to give an upper hand to
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| − | men over vows witnessed by Jupiter, and whether ploughshares or
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| − | mattocks give You a beating, proclaim, "Yours is this land, that is
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