Iamque dies epulata novem gens omnis, et aris factus honos; placidi straverunt aequora venti, creber et adspirans rursus vocat Auster in altum.
And now for nine days all the folk have feasted and offerings been paid at the altars; gentle winds have lulled the seas, and the South, breathing often upon them, calls them again to sea.
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