mox ubi iam caelo revolandum, pars petitaethram libera sideream plaudens super ara pinnis, pars captiva iacet laceris et saucia plumis pugnat humi et volucres nequiquam suspicitauras; sic animas caeli de fontibus unicoloras infundit natura solo, sed suavibus istic devinctae inlecebris retinentur, et aethera paucae conscendunt reduces, multas viscosus inescat pastus et ad superas percurrere non sinit auras.
and then, when it is time to fly back into the sky, some make for the starry heavens at liberty, clapping their wings far up in the air, while others lie prisoners, hurt and struggling on the ground with their feathers torn, and looking up in vain towards the flying breezes: so nature from their source in heaven pours on earth souls of one complexion, but they are caught and held there by agreeable temptations and few ascend again to heaven, while many are entrapped by clinging food which does not let them fly to the breezes above.
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