ac velut ille fluctibus Ioniis Calabrae datus arbiter alno (nec rudis undarum, portus sed linquere amicos purior Olenii frustra gradus impulit astri), cum fragor hiberni subitus Iovis, omnia mundi claustra tonant multusque polos inclinat Orion, ipse quidem malit terras pugnatque reverti, fert ingens a puppe Notus, tunc arte relicta ingemit et caecas sequitur iam nescius undas: talis Agenoreus ductor caeloque morantem Luciferum et seros maerentibus increpat ortus.
Like to a skipper given charge of a Calabrian craft on Ionian waters (no stranger he to the waves, but a clear rising of the Olenian star  deceived him into quitting the friendly harbour), when comes a sudden crash in the wintry sky and all the confines of the firmament thunder and Orion lustily bends the poles;  he himself would fain be ashore and struggles to go back, but a mighty gale astern bears him on; then abandoning his skill, he groans and follows the blind waves, no longer knowing aught.  Such the Agenorean leader, upbraiding Lucifers dallying in the sky and dawn that rises too slow for men in trouble.
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