quem metuis me astante dolum? servabo parumper ipsa nemus; longum interea tu pone laborem ille haut Aeolio discedere fessus ab auro nec dare permissae (quamvis iuvet) ora quieti sustinet; ac primi percussus nube soporis horruit et dulces excussit corpore somnos.
What guile dost thou fear while I am beside thee? For a space I will guard the grove myself, meantime lay by thy long toil. He brooks not to leave the Aeolian gold through weariness nor to surrender his eyes, fain though he be, to permitted slumber; and when the first wafting of drowse assailed him, he shuddered and shook off from his body the beguiling sleep.
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