at non multa virum sub signis milia ducta una dies dabat exitio, nec turbida ponti aequora lidebant navis ad saxa virosque; tum temere incassum frustra mare saepe coortum saevibat leviterque minas ponebat inanis, nec poterat quemquam placidi pellacia ponti subdola pellicere in fraudem ridentibus undis: improba navigii ratio tum caeca iacebat.
But one day did not send to destruction many thousands of men in the battle-field, ships and mariners were not dashed on the rocks by the turbulent billows of the sea. Then it was all in vain, all useless, all for nothing that the sea often rose and stormed, and lightly it laid aside its threats without meaning, nor could anyone be enticed to his ruin by the treacherous witchery of a quiet sea with laughing waves. The wicked art of navigation then lay hidden and obscure.
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