iam nec Cecropiis idem ductoribus ardor, languescuntque minae et virtus secura residit: ventorum velut ira minor, nisi silva furentes impedit, insanique tacent sine litore fluctus.
The Cecropian captains too have lost some of their ardour, their threats lack force, their valour sinks in assurance of victory, just as the anger of the winds diminishes if no forest hampers their fury and the mad waves are mute without a shore.
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