quo nunc ego pectore somnos quove queam perferre dies? quis cuncta paventi nuntius, an facili te praetermiserit unda Lucani rabida ora maris, num torta Charybdis fluctuat aut Siculi populatrix virgo profundi, quos tibi currenti praeceps gerat Hadria mores.
With what heart can I now bear sleep or with what heart the days? Prey to every fear, who shall bring me word? Has the rabid coast of the Lucanian sea given you easy passage? Does whirling Charybdis eddy? Or the devouring virgin of Sicilys deep? How does violent Hadria react to your voyaging?
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