tunc excepta freto longe cervice reflexa abnatat et blandis affatur litora votis: Cara mihi tellus, magnae cui pignora curae depositumque ingens timido commisimus astu, sis felix taceasque, precor, quo more tacebat Creta Rheae; te longus honos aeternaque cingent templa nec instabili fama superabere Delo, et ventis et sacra fretis interque vadosas Cycladas, Aegaeae frangunt ubi saxa procellae, Nereidum tranquilla domus iurandaque nautis insula; ne solum Danaas admitte carinas, ne, precor! Hic thiasi tantum et nihil utile bellis: hoc famam narrare doce, dumque arma parantur Dorica et alternum Mavors interfurit orbem (cedo equidem) sit virgo pii Lycomedis Achilles.
Then the waters receive her and she swims away. Afar, she turns back her neck and speaks flattering vows to the shore: Land dear to me, to whom I have consigned the child I love so much, a trust indeed, in fearful cunning, good fortune be with you; and I pray, keep my secret as Crete kept Rheas.  Enduring worship and shrines eternal shall gird you, nor shall unsteady Delos  surpass your fame. Sacred shall you be to wind and wave, a quiet home for the Nereids among the shallows of the Cyclades when Aegean tempests shatter the rocks, an island for sailors prayers: only grant not access to Danaan keels, grant it not, I pray. Here are only dances, nothing for warriors use'so teach Rumour to tell; and while Doric arms are making ready and Mavors rages between two worlds  (let him for all I care), be Achilles good Lycomedes maiden.
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