hinc ubi iam emissum caveis ad sidera caeli nare per aestatem liquidam suspexeris agmen obscuramque trahi vento mirabere nubem, contemplator: aquas dulcis et frondea semper tecta petunt.
Hence when you look up and see the host, just freed from the hive, floating towards the starry sky through the clear summer air'when you marvel at the dark cloud trailing down the wind'mark it well; they are ever in quest of sweet waters and leafy coverts.
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