Nemo miratur flamina Cori Litus frementi tundere fluctu Nec nivis duram frigore molem Fervente Phoebi solvier aestu. Hic enim causas cernere promptum est, Illic latentes pectora turbant. Cuncta quae rara provehit aetas Stupetque subitis mobile vulgus,
No man wonders that the blowing of the north-west wind Beats on the shore with rumbling wave, Nor that the snows hard weight of cold Is loosed by the glowing warmth of Phoebus. For to see the causes here is easy, While there they are hidden and disturb mens hearts; All things that time brings forth but rarely, And unexpected things, astound the excitable mob.
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