sic litora vento incipiente fremunt, fugitur cum portus; ubique vela fluunt, laxi iactantur ubique rudentes; iamque natant remi, natat omnis in aequore summo ancora, iam dulcis medii de gurgite ponti respicitur tellus comitesque a puppe relicti.
So shores resound as the wind  rises and men flee the harbour; everywhere sails are streaming, everywhere loose tackle is tossing, and now oars float, every anchor floats on the waters surface, now from mid sea they gaze back at sweet land and the comrades they have left astern.
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