o dolor, o seri materno in corde timores! non potui infelix, cum primum gurgite nostro Rhoeteae cecidere trabes, attollere magnum aequor et incesti praedonis vela profunda tempestate sequi cunctasque inferre sorores?.
Ah pain, ah tremors too late in my mothers heart! Unhappy that I am, when first the planks of Rhoeteum fell upon our waters,  could I not have raised a mighty main and pursued the foul pirates sails with a deep  tempest and brought all my sisters against them?
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