vos quoque, caeruleum Phorci, Nereides, agmen, quis honor et regni cessit fortuna secundi, dicere quae magni fas sit mihi sidera ponti, surgite de vitreis spumosae Doridos antris Baianosque sinus et feta tepentibus undis litora tranquillo certatim ambite natatu, quaerentes ubi celsa ratis, quam scandere gaudet nobilis Ausoniae Celer armipotentis alumnus.
You too, Nereids, cerulean host of Phorcus, to whom has fallen the honor and fortune of the second realm (give me leave to call you stars of the great ocean), arise from foamy Doris glassy grottoes and in tranquil rivalry swim round Baiaes bay and the shores pregnant with warm springs, seeking the tall ship that Celer, noble nursling of Ausonia mighty in war, rejoices to board.
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