sic ubi forte viris longum super aequor ituris, cum iam ad vela Noti et scisso redit ancora fundo, haeret amica manus: certant innectere collo bracchia, manantesque oculos hinc oscula turbant, hinc magni caligo maris, tandemque relicti stant in rupe tamen; fugientia carbasa visu dulce sequi, patriosque dolent crebrescere ventos stant tamen et nota puppim de rupe salutant.
So when men are haply about to go far overseas, when the wind is at the sails and the anchor returns from the ploughed bottom, a fond company clings; they vie to twine their arms about a neck, kisses and the great seas fog blur their flowing eyes; at last abandoned, they will yet stand on a cliff; tis sweet to follow the fleeing canvass with their gaze and they grieve that their countrys winds blow stronger.
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