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Anceps aestus incertiam rapit;
ut saeva rapidi bella cum venti gerunt
utrimque fluctus maria discordes agunt
dubiumque fervet pelagus haut aliter meum
cor fluctuator.

A double tide tosses me, uncertain of my course; as
when a rushing tide wages mad warfare, and from
both sides conflicting floods lash the seas and the
fluctuating waters boil, even so is my heart tossed.

Medea
Book II, 939–944
LUCIUS ANNAEUS SENECA