Vergil, Fourth Eclogue:

Sicelides musae, paulo maiora canamus!/ non omnis arbusta iuvant humilesque myricae;/ si canimus silvus, silvae sint consule dignae.

Prose translation, Moses Hadas and Thomas Suits:

Muses of Sicily, let us sing matters somewhat more momentous. Not everyone takes pleasure in groves and lowly tamarisks. If it is forests we sing, let the forests be worthy of a consul.

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