Sidonis hic blandi per candida terga iuvenci, iam secura maris, teneris iam cornua palmis non tenet, extremis alludunt aequora plantis; ire putes clipeo fluctusque secare iuvencum.
There the girl of Sidon  on the white back of the winsome steer, now trustful of the sea, no longer holds the horns in her tender palms, the water plays around her toes; you would think the bull was moving on the shield and cleaving the billows.
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