Quo mi inquit mutam speciem si vincor sono? Fatorum arbitrio partes sunt vobis datae; tibi forma, vires aquilae, luscinio melos, augurium corvo, laeva cornici omina; omnesque propriis sunt contentae dotibus.
"But why give me a silent beauty if I'm ashamed of my voice?" asked the speaker. The response came, "The Fates have assigned different gifts to each of you: beauty to you, strength to the eagle, melody to the nightingale, prophecy to the raven, and unfavorable omens to the crow. Each creature is content with their own unique gift."