Nunc quibus ille modis somnus per membra quietem inriget atque animi curas e pectore solvat, suavidicis potius quam multis versibus edam; parvus ut est cycni melior canor, ille gruum quam clamor in aetheriis dispersus nubibus austri.
Next in what way the sleep I spoke of floods the body with quietude and lets loose care from the heart, I will declare in verses not many but sweet-speaking, as the short song of the swan is better than that honking of cranes, spread abroad in the skyey clouds of the south.
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