Anceps aestus incertiam rapit;
ut saeva rapidi bella cum venti gerunt
utrimque fluctus maria discordes agunt
dubiumque feruet 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