iam maris immensi prolem et genus omne natantum litore in extremo ceu naufraga corpora fluctus proluit; insolitae fugiunt in flumina phocae.
Yea, the brood of the great deep, and all swimming things, like shipwrecked corpses, are washed up by the waves on the verge of the shore; in strange wise sea calves flee to the rivers.
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