Ite, comae, facilemque, precor, transcurrite pontum, ite coronato recubantes molliter auro, ite; dabit cursus mitis Cytherea secundos placabitque notos, fors et de puppe timenda transferet inque sua ducet super aequora concha.
Go, locks, and speed, I pray, across a favoring sea, go, lying softly on garlanded gold, go! Gentle Cytherea shall give you fair voyage and calm the south winds. Perhaps she will take you from the perilous craft and lead you over the waters in her own shell.
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