Ite, comae, facilemque, precor, transcurrite pontum, ite coronato recubantes molliter auro, ite; dabit cursus mitis Cytherea secundos placabitque notos, fors et de puppe timenda transferet inque sua ducet super aequora concha.
Go, locks, and speed, I pray, across a sea that is favoring, go, lying softly on garlanded gold, go! Gentle Cytherea will give you a fair voyage and calm the south winds. Perhaps she will take you away from the perilous craft and lead you over the waters in her own shell.