varios hinc excitat aestus nube mali percussus amor, quibus haeserit oris, quis tales impune moras casusve laborve attulerit; densam interea descendere noctem iam maiore metu; tum vero et pallor et amens cum piceo sudore rigor.
Various then are the bewildered fears that affection, beset by clouding ill, incites: In what region has he lost his way? what chance, what task has delayed him? it grows pitchy dark the while, and at that he fears the more; ay, then turns he pale indeed, and black sweat pours down, and a numb frenzy holds him.
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