quin rapis hanc animam et tremulos citus effugis artus? i, meus es, iam te in lucos pia turba silentum secretisque ciet volitans pater Aeolus arvis.
Why dost thou not snatch away thy life, and quickly escape from these trembling limbs? Come then, thou art my son, already the silent throng of the sanctified call thee to their glades, and Aeolus thy father who flits in the sequestered fields.
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