Thracius at summa sociis e puppe sacerdos fata deum et miserae solans incommoda vitae securum numeris agit et medicabile carmen; quo simul adsumpta pulsus fide luctus et irae et labor, et dulces cedunt e pectore nati.
But from the high poop the Thracian bard in solace for heavens destiny and lifes distressful miseries sings to his comrades a melody whose measures bring healing and relief: no sooner had he taken his lyre than grief and anger and weariness were dispelled, and the sweet memory of children fades away.
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