iam Nox aetherium nigris emensa quadrigis mundum caeruleo laverat amne rotas, nec me sopierat menti deus utilis aegrae: Somnus sollicitas deficit ante domos.
Nights car of four black steeds had already traversed the firmament of ether and bathed its wheels in the dark blue stream. Yet on me the god who aids the sick spirit had laid no spell: Sleep vanishes before the house of care.
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