quicquid ab auriferis eiectat Hiberia fossis, Dalmatico quod monte nitet, quod messibus Afris verritur, aestiferi quicquid terit area Nili, quodque legit mersus pelagi scrutator Eoi, et Lacedaemonii pecuaria culta Galaesi perspicuaeque nives Massylaque robora et Indi dentis honos'uni parent commissa ministro quae Boreas quaeque Eurus atrox, quae nubilus Auster invehit: hibernos citius numeraveris imbres silvarumque comas.
All that Iberia ejects from her goldmines, that shines in Dalmatian mountains, that is swept up in Africas harvests, whatever sultry Nile threshes on his floor, what the sunken searcher of eastern sea picks up, cherished sheepfolds of Lacedaemonian Galaesus, transparent snow, Massylian timber, the beauty of Indian tusk: all that the North Wind and fierce East and cloudy South brings in, is entrusted to one minister and does his bidding. Sooner would you number winters rains or the leaves of the forest.
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