nam neque fortuitos ortus surgentibus astris nec totiens possum nascentem credere mundum solisve assiduos partus et fata diurna, cum facies eadem signis per saecula constet, idem Phoebus eat caeli de partibus isdem lunaque per totidem luces mutetur et orbes et natura vias servet, quas fecerat ipsa, nec tirocinio peccet, circumque feratur aeterna cum luce dies, qui tempora monstrat nunc his nunc illis eadem regionibus orbis, semper et ulterior vadentibus ortus ad ortum occasumve obitus, caelum et cum sole perennet.
For I cannot believe that when stars appear to view their risings are the product of chance or that the firmament is so often created anew and the Sun dies daily and is continually reborn: for centuries the constellations have displayed the same features, the selfsame Sun has emerged from the selfsame quarter of the sky, and the Moon has waxed and waned over a constant number of days and phases. Nature adheres to the paths which she herself has made and commits not the errors of inexperience: the daytime revolves about the globe with its never-failing light, heralding the selfsame hours now to these regions, now to those, and ever does dawn move farther away if one travels towards the dawn, or sunset if towards the sunset; and as with the Suns, so too with heavens rising and setting.
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