haud equidem credo, quia sit divinitus illis ingenium aut rerum Fato prudentia maior; verum ubi tempestas et caeli mobilis umor mutavere vias et Iuppiter uvidus Austris denset erant quae rara modo, et quae densa relaxat, vertuntur species animorum, et pectora motus nunc alios, alios dum nubila ventus agebat, concipiunt: hinc ille avium concentus in agris et laetae pecudes et ovantes gutture corvi.
Not, methinks, that they have wisdom from on high, or from Fate a larger foreknowledge of things to be; but that when the weather and fitful vapours of the sky have turned their course, and Jove, wet with the south winds, thickens what just now was rare, and makes rare what now was thick, the phases of their minds change, and their breasts now conceive impulses, other than they felt when the wind was chasing the clouds. Hence that chorus of the birds in the fields, the gladness of the cattle, and the exulting cries of the rooks.
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