Heu quam praecipiti mersa profundo Mens hebet et propria luce relicta Tendit in externas ire tenebras, Terrenis quotiens flatibus aucta Crescit in inmensum noxia cura.
Ah! How steep the seas that drown him! His mind, all dulled, its own light fled, Moves into outer dark, while noxious care Swollen by earthbound winds Grows beyond measure.
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