luna revertentis cum primum colligit ignis, si nigrum obscuro comprenderit ara cornu, maximus agricolis pelagoque parabitur imber: at si virgineum suffuderit ore ruborem, ventus erit; vento semper rubet aurea Phoebe.
Soon as the moon gathers her returning fires, if she encloses a dark mist within dim horns, a heavy rain is awaiting farmers and seamen. But if over her face she spreads a maiden blush, there will be wind; as wind rises, golden Phoebe ever blushes.
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