tolle minas, tenerumque tuis sine crescere mensis: haec tibi me rursum litoris ora dabit: protinus immensi depastus caerula ponti pinguior ad calamum sponte recurro tuum.
Banish your fell designs; I am young; let me grow up for your table. This bank of the shore will give me to you again. In a little time, when I have fed on the blue waters of the boundless deep, I shall willingly return the fatter to your rod.
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