Non quidquid Tagus aureis harenis Donat aut Hermus rutilante ripa Aut Indus calido propinquus orbi Candidis miscens virides lapillos, Inlustrent aciem magisque caecos In suas condunt animos tenebras.
Neither whatever Tagus yields with its golden sands, Nor Hermus with its ruddy-glowing bank,a Nor Indus, next the torrid zone, Mingling its emeralds and brilliant stones Would clear mens sight; but in their dark they all Bury mens even blinder minds.
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