Quod mundus stabili fide Concordes variat vices, Quod pugnantia semina Foedus perpetuum tenent, Quod Phoebus roseum diem Curru provehit aureo, Ut quas duxerit Hesperos Phoebe noctibus imperet, Ut fluctus avidum mare Certo fine coerceat, Ne terris liceat vagis Latos tendere terminos, Hanc rerum seriem ligat Terras ac pelagus regens Et caelo imperitans amor.
In regular harmony The world moves through its changes; Seeds in competition with each other Are held in balance by eternal law; Phoebus brings rosy dawns In his golden chariot That his sister Phoebe may rule the nights That Hesperus brings; The waves of the greedy sea Are kept within fixed bounds, Nor may the land move out And extend its limits.
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