Has ego te sedes (nam nec mihi barbara Thrace nec Libye natale solum) transferre laboro, quas et mollis hiems et frigida temperat aestas, quas imbelle fretum torpentibus alluit undis.
This is the dwelling place (for I was not born in barbarous Thrace or Libya) to which I am trying to bring you, tempered by mild winter and cool summer, washed by the lazy waves of an unwarlike sea.
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