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you will do well Licinius
neither deeps
always to urge nor while gales
cautious you cringe at press too much
the iniquitous
shore
whosoever the golden mids
loves is safe free from obsolete
sordid digs free from palatial
envy in sobriety
often winds shake mighty
pines and heavy is the case
of falling lofty towers lightning strikes
the topmost
peaks
expects in worse dreads in
other fortune
alteration well prepared
in his breast hideous winter recalls
Jupiter the same
expels it if ill be now and
then
it will not be the kithara sometimes rouses
the silent Muse neither always the bow
bends Apollo
in tight places spirited and
strong appear wisely the same
shorten in fair wind too much
turgid sail
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