nescit in inmenso iactari corpora ponto, nescit agi ventis, nescit adesse necem. o bene, quod non sum mecum conscendere passus, ne mihi mors misero bis patienda foret! at nunc, ut peream, quoniam caret illa periclo, dimidia certe parte superstes ero. ei mihi, quam celeri micuerunt nubila flamma! quantus ab aetherio personat axe fragor! nec levius tabulae laterum feriuntur ab undis, quam grave ballistae moenia pulsat onus. qui venit hic fluctus, fluctus supereminet omnes: posterior nono est undecimoque prior, nec letum timeo; genus est miserabile leti. demite naufragium, mors mihi munus erit. est aliquid, fatove suo ferrove cadentem in solida moriens ponere corpus humo, et mandare suis aliqua et sperare sepulcrum et non aequoreis piscibus esse cibum.
She knows not that I am buffeted about on the vast sea, knows not that I am harried by the winds, knows not that death is near me. Ah, well it was that I suffered her not to board ship with me, else I, poor wretch, should now be forced to suffer a double death! But as it is, even though I perish, in her freedom from peril at least I shall half survive. Alas! what a swift glitter of flame from the clouds! What a mighty crash roars from the zenith! And no lighter blow falls upon her planks from the billows than the heavy pounding of the ballista upon a wall. Here comes a wave that oertops them all'the wave after the ninth and before the eleventh. I fear not death; tis the form of death that I lament. Save me from shipwreck and death will be a boon. Tis something worth if falling by fate or by the steel one rests in death upon the solid ground, utters some parting words to friends, and looks forward to a tomb'not to be the food of fishes in the sea.
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