nam neque pulveris interdum sentimus adhaesum corpore nec membris incussam sidere cretam, nec nebulam noctu neque aranei tenvia fila obvia sentimus, quando obretimur euntes, nec supera caput eiusdem cecidisse vietam vestem, nec plumas avium papposque volantis, qui nimia levitate cadunt plerumque gravatim, nec repentis itum cuiusviscumque animantis sentimus, nec priva pedum vestigia quaeque, corpore quae in nostro culices et cetera ponunt.
For sometimes we do not feel dust clinging to the body, or chalk shaken on us settling on our limbs, nor do we feel the impact of a mist by night, or a spiders gossamer threads when we are caught in their net as we go along, nor the withered vesture of the same creature falling on our head, nor birds feathers or flying thistle-down, which are so exceeding light that they usually find it a heavy task to fall, nor the progress of every creeping thing, nor each of the footsteps that gnats and suchlike place on our body:
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