Iamque dies alterque dies processit, et aurae vela vocant tumidoque inflatur carbasus Austro: his vatem adgredior dictis ac talia quaeso:
And now day after day has passed; the breezes call to the sails, and the canvas fills with the swelling South. With these words I approach the seer, and thus make quest:
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