hoc nemus, hunc inquit frondoso vertice collem (quis deus incertum est) habitat deus; Arcades ipsum credunt se vidisse Iovem, cum saepe nigrantem aegida concuteret dextra nimbosque cieret.
This grove, he cries, this hill with its leafy crown'though we know not what god it is'is yet a gods home; my Arcadians believe they have looked on Jove himself, when as often happens, his right hand has shaken the darkening aegis and summoned the storm clouds.