flamma per incensas citius sedetur aristas, fluminaque ad fontis sint reditura caput, et placidum Syrtes portum et bona litora nautis praebeat hospitio saeva Malea suo, quam possit vestros quisquam reprehendere cursus et rabidae stimulos frangere nequitiae.
Sooner will flame die down when a cornfield has caught fire, sooner rivers run backwards to their fountain-head, and sooner the Syrtes provide safe anchorage and cruel Malea give the mariner kindly welcome on its shores than any man have power to check you in your career and put a stop to the mad wantonness that goads you on.
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