Sed licet variis malis Numen Arcadis alitis Obsitum miserans ducem Peste solverit hospitis, Iam tamen mala remiges Ore pocula traxerant, Iam sues Cerealia Glande pabula verterant Et nihil manet integrum Voce corpore perditis.
But though the power of the Arcadian flyerd Had pity on the captain Beset by these different ills, And freed him from the poison of his host, Yet already his oarsmens throats Had drained the evil drinks, Already as swine they had changed Their bread for acorns, And for them, lost, Nothing, in voice or body, stays unchanged.
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