Ibitis Aegaeas sine me, Messalla, per undas, o utinam memores ipse cohorsque mei! me tenet ignotis aegrum Phaeacia terris: abstineas avidas, Mors, precor, atra, manus.
Without me will ye go, Messalla, across the Aegean wave, yet thinking, oh, I pray, both chief and staff of me. Phaeacia holds me back, sick in a foreign land. Keep off thy greedy hands, I pray, black Death.
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