bis zephyri iam vela vocant, fiducia maestis nulla viris; aegra adsiduo mens carpitur aestu, necdum omnes lacrimas atque omnia reddita caesis iusta putant; patria ex oculis acerque laborum pulsus amor segnique iuvat frigescere luctu.
Twice already do the zephyrs invite the sails, but the heroes grief forbids assurance; in unwearying tides it plucks at their sick hearts, nor yet do they feel that all their tears are shed, or all dues paid to the slain ones; lost to view is the home-land, forgotten the keen love of enterprise, and their joy is to grow cold in the languor of distress.
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