fremunt undae, longusque a fontibus amnis diripitur; modo lene virens et gurgite puro perspicuus, nunc sordet aquis egestus ab imis alveus; inde tori riparum et proruta turbant () gramina; iam crassus caenoque et pulvere torrens, quamquam expleta sitis, bibitur tamen agmina bello decertare putes iustumque in gurgite Martem perfurere aut captam tolli victoribus urbem.
Some the whirling current, some the slippery rocks play false. They do not scruple to trample kings caught in the flood or drown the face of a yelling friend. The waves crash and from its source the long river is torn asunder. Once it was a gentle green, transparent in its liquid flow; now its channel is soiled, churned up from the depths, the ridges of the banks and uprooted herbage tumbles it. Now rushing thick with mud and dust, they drink it none the less, though their thirst is slaked. Twas as though armies were fighting a pitched battle raging in the flood or victors sacking a taken town.
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