tu, veluti magnum si iam tollentibus Austris Ionium nigra iaceat sub nube magister immemor armorum versantisque aequora clavi, cunctaris.
Mighty deeds summon you the while, lie-abed, and weighty preparations. You dally, like a skipper lying prone beneath a dark cloud when the winds are already raising the great Ionian, unmindful of his tackle and sea-churning rudder.
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