an non experti, subitus cum luce fugata horruit imbre dies? quantis, pro Iuppiter, austris restitimus! quanta quotiens en Palladis arte incassum decimae cecidit tumor arduus undae! quin agite, o socii; micat immutabile caelum puraque nec gravido surrexit Cynthia cornu, nullus in ore rubor, certusque ad talia Titan integer in fluctus et in uno decidit auro.
What? felt we not her hand when suddenly the light was quenched and the day grew rough with storm? How great, ye heavens, the tempests against which we have prevailed! How many a time through Pallas sovran skill the mounting heap of the tenth wave has fallen harmless! Nay then, courage, comrades! the sky shines unchanging, and clear with sharp horns the moon has risen; no ruddy glow is in her face, and Titan, who in such matters lies not, sank full-orbed into the waters, one blaze of gold.
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