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Diffugere nives, redeunt iam gramina campis arboribusque comae; mutat terra vices et decrescentia ripas flumina praetereunt; Gratia cum Nymphis geminisque sororibus audet ducere nuda choros. Inmortalia ne speres, monet annus et almum quae rapit hora diem. Frigora mitescunt zephyris, ver proterit aestas interitura, simul pomifer autumnus fruges effuderit, et mox bruma recurrit iners. Damna tamen celeres reparant caelestia lunae; nos ubi decidimus, quo pius Aeneas, quo Tullus dives et Ancus, pulvis et umbra sumus. Quis scit an adiciant hodiernae crastina summae tempora di superi? Cuncta manus avidas fugient heredis, amico quae dederis animo. Cum semel occideris et de te splendida Minos fecerit arbitria, non, Torquate, genus, non te facundia, non te restituet pietas; Infernis neque enim tenebris Diana pudicum liberat Hippolytum, nec Lethaea valet Theseus abrumpere caro vincula Pirithoo 1
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The snows have fled, already the grass returns to the fields of trees; The land changes in their courses, and the decrease of the banks of the rivers flow; Grace Nymphs and twin sisters to lead the dance. Hope for immortality not, warn the year and which carries the hour of the day. Frost, spring zephyrs summer come to its end, at the same time fruitful autumn harvest, and soon Winter returns. The losses, however, the swift moons repair Heaven to the moon; we have gone down; where good Aeneas, Tullus and Arcus, We are dust and shadow. Who knows whether the add tommorrows if the gods above? All this have I will flee the greedy hands of the heir, her friend, which you have given away. As soon as you Minos makes decisions; nothing, Torquatus, a race, it is not eloquence, it is not you, restore your life For neither may the chaste Diana of the darkness, Hippolytus nor has Theseus the power to burst the chains |
