Deus bone, quantum naufragioso pelago conformis est motus animorum, quippe cum nuntiorum turbinibus adversis quasi propria tempestate confunditur! nuper ego filiusque communis Terentianae Hecyrae sales ruminabamus; studenti assidebam naturae meminens et professionis oblitus quoque absolutius rhythmos comicos incitata docilitate sequeretur, ipse etiam fabulam similis argumenti id est Epitrepontem Menandri in manibus habebam.
Gracious heaven! How the stirring of our minds resembles a ship-wrecking sea, for it is thrown into confusion by adverse squalls of news as if by a self-engendered storm! The other day I and the son to all of us were browsing on the wit of Terences Mother-in-Law. I was seated beside him as he studied, following my natural inclination and forgetful of my sacred calling, and in order to spur his receptive mind and enable him to follow the comic measures more perfectly, I had in my own hands a play of similar content, the Epitrepontes of Menander.
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