atque ubi iam Venerem gravis interceperit aetas, sparserit et nigras alba senecta comas, tum mihi naturae libeat perdiscere mores, quis deus hanc mundi temperet arte domum, qua venit exoriens, qua deficit, unde coactis cornibus in plenum menstrua luna redit, unde salo superant venti, quid flamine captet Eurus, et in nubes unde perennis aqua; sit ventura dies mundi quae subruat arces, purpureus pluvias cur bibit arcus aquas, aut cur Perrhaebi tremuere cacumina Pindi, solis et atratis luxerit orbis equis, cur serus versare boves et plaustra Bootes, Pleiadum spisso cur coit igne chorus, curve suos fines altum non exeat aequor, plenus et in partes quattuor annus eat;
And when the weight of advancing years has cut off love, and white old age has speckled my black locks, then let my fancy turn to exploring the ways of nature, what god so skilfully controls this household that is the world, how comes the moon at her rising, how she wanes, how each month she draws her horns together and returns to fullness, how winds have mastery over the sea, what the East Wind chases with his blast, whence there is unfailing water to supply the clouds; whether a day will come to demolish the ramparts of the universe, why the coloured bow drinks up the rain-water, or why the peaks of Thessalian Pindus have quaked and the suns orb has mourned, his horses draped in black; why the Herdsman is so slow to turn his team and waggon, why the band of Pleiads closes together with thick-set fires, or why the deep sea exceeds not its bounds, and the whole year falls into four parts; whether
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