vix ibi, sedatis requierunt pectora curis: ceu patrio super alta grues Aquilone fugatae cum videre Pharon, tunc aethera latius implent, tunc hilari clangore sonant; iuvat orbe sereno contempsisse nives et frigora solvere Nilo.
Scarcely were they there when their cares were soothed and their hearts had rest; even as cranes put to flight over the deep by their native North Wind, when they see Pharos, then they fill the sky more widely, then they make a gladsome noise; in a cloudless heaven they are happy to have scorned the snows and to thaw their chill with Nile.
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