ei mihi, Colchos unde ego et avecti timuissem vellera Phrixi? quos iam mente dies, quam saeva insomnia curis prospicio! quotiens raucos ad litoris ictus deficiam a! Scythicum metuens pontumque polumque nec de te credam nostris ingrata serenis! da, precor, amplexus haesuraque verba relinque auribus et dulci iam nunc preme lumina dextra.
Ah, woe! how could I have feared Colchis and the fleece of the vanished Phrixus? And now what days, what nights of sleepless anxiety I foresee! How oft shall I swoon at sound of the hoarse breakers on the shore, in terror at the Scythian main and the Scythian sky, and as touching thee put no trust in our sunny skies, unthankful for them! Cast thine arms about me, I pray, and leave me with words that shall ever sound in mine ears, and even now close these eyes with thy dear hands.
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