nam populus mortale genus, plebisque caducae quis fleat interitus? hos bella, hos aequora poscunt, his amor exitio, furor his et saeva cupido, ut sileam morbos; hos ora rigentia Brumae, illos implacido letalis Sirius igni, hos manet imbrifero pallens Autumnus hiatu.
As for people, they are of mortal race and who shall weep the passing of a transitory multitude? Wars claim some, seas others, some love destroys, others madness and fierce greed, to say nothing of diseases. These Winters frozen visage awaits, those deadly Sirius implacable fire, others pale Autumn with her rainy jaws.
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