quam iuvat immites ventos audire cubantem et dominam tenero continuisse sinu aut, gelidas hibernus aquas cum fuderit Auster, securum somnos igne iuvante sequi! hoc mihi contingat: sit dives iure, furorem qui maris et tristes ferre potest pluvias.
What delight to hear the winds rage as I lie and hold my love safe in my gentle clasp; or, when the stormy South Wind sheds the chilling showers, to seek sleep in safety, aided by a fire! This be my lot; let him be rightly rich who can bear the rage of the sea and the dreary rain.
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