Hinc enim libido versat avidis corda venenis, Hinc flagellat ira mentem fluctus turbida tollens Maeror aut captus fatigat aut spes lubrica torquet.
For there, lust stirs their hearts with poisonous greed, There anger whips the mind as a whirlwind whips up waves, And either close-confined sorrow plagues, or slippery hope torments.
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