quas ego non gentes, quae non face corda iugali?  alituum pecudumque mihi durique ferarum non renuere greges; ipsum in conubia terrae aethera, cum pluviis rarescunt nubila, solvo.
What races, what hearts has my nuptial torch? Neither birds nor cattle nor savage packs of wild beasts have said me nay. I melt the very heaven into marriage with earth when rains thin the clouds.
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