ast ubi conversis post menstrua tempora habenis scandit purpureo iam tertia sidera curru, obliqua exilem demittit linea lucem, adspirans tenues per inertia pondera motus.
But when, after a months space, he wheels his course and in his glowing car climbs up now into the third constellation, he sheds down upon them a slanting ray of feeble light, breathing some slight stir into the sluggish mass.
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