Deinde animi ingratam naturam pascere semper atque explere bonis rebus satiareque numquam' quod faciunt nobis annorum tempora, circum cum redeunt fetusque ferunt variosque lepores, nec tamen explemur vitai fructibus umquam' hoc, ut opinor, id est, aevo florente puellas quod memorant laticem pertusum congerere in vas, quod tamen expleri nulla ratione potestur.
Then to be always feeding an ungrateful mind, yet never able to fill and satisfy it with good things' as the seasons of the year do for us when they come round bringing their fruits and manifold charms, yet we are never filled with the fruits of life'this, I think, is meant by the tale of the damsels in the flower of their age pouring water into a riddled urn, which, for all their trying, can never be filled.
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