continuoque avidis ubi subdita flamma medullis (vere magis, quia vere calor redit ossibus), illae ore omnes versae in Zephyrum stant rupibus altis exceptantque levis auras, et saepe sine ullis coniugiis vento gravidae (mirabile dictu) saxa per et scopulos et depressas convallis diffugiunt, non, Eure, tuos, neque solis ad ortus, in Borean Caurumque, aut unde nigerrimus Auster nascitur et pluvio contristat frigore caelum.
And, soon as the flame has stolen into their craving marrow (chiefly in spring, for in spring the heat returns to their breasts), they all, with faces turned to the Zephyrs, stand on a high cliff, and drink in the gentle breezes. Then oft, without any wedlock, pregnant with the wind (a wondrous tale!) they flee over rocks and crags and lowly dales, not towards your rising, East Wind, nor the Suns, but to the North, and the Northwest, or thither where rises the blackest South, saddening the sky with chilly rain.
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