If the laws of him who thunders on high you wish 
Wisely to discern, with an unclouded mind,
Look to the heights of the sky above.
There by an equitable arrangement of things 
The stars preserve their ancient peace.
The sun, inflamed with red-hot fire,
Does not hinder the moon's icy chariot,
Nor does she who at the world's highest pole
Bends her swift course, the Great Bear,
Who is never bathed in the western depths,
Though she sees the other stars immersed,
Wish to plunge her own flames into the sea.
Always by smooth succession of time
The evening star heralds late shadows 
And the morning star brings back nurturing day.
Thus the eternal courses are renewed
By mutual love; thus from the starry
Shores is violent discord banished.
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