nunc agite, o socii, propellite in aequora navem, remorumque pares ducite sorte vices, iungiteque extremo felicia lintea malo: iam liquidum nautis aura secundat iter.
Up now, my friends, and launch a ship upon the sea, and draw lots in pairs for places at the oars, and hoist to the mast-top the fair-omened sails: already the breeze speeds the mariner over his watery path.
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