Sol operum medius summo librabat Olympo lucentes, ceu staret, equos; quater axe sereno intonuit, quater antra dei fumantis anhelos exseruere apices, ventisque absentibus Aegon motus et ingenti percussit litora ponto: cum subito horrendas aevi matura Polyxo tollitur in furias thalamisque insueta relictis evolat.
Halfway through his task, the sun was poising his bright horses on Olympus summit as though standing still. Four times it thundered in a clear sky, four times the cavern of the smoking god  put forth panting crests, Aegon was stirred though winds were absent and struck the shores with a mighty surge, when of a sudden old Polyxo rises into a fearsome frenzy, leaves her chamber against her habit, and darts forth.
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