nullane placatae veniet fortuna procellae? haecine parva meum funus harena teget? tu tamen in melius saevas converte querelas: sat tibi sit poenae nox et iniqua vada.
Shall the blessing of the storms abatement never come? Is this small strip of sand to cover my corpse? But give your fierce complaints a kindlier turn: consider the darkness and treacherous shoals as penalty enough.
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