Si quantas rapidis flatibus incitus Pontus versat harenas Aut quot stelliferis edita noctibus Caelo sidera fulgent Tantas fundat opes nec retrahat manum Pleno copia cornu, Humanum miseras haud ideo genus Cesset flere querellas.
Should Plenty pour from cornucopia full As much in riches as the sand Stirred up by wind-whipped seas, or as the countless stars That shine in a clear night sky, And never stay her hand, Still would mankind not cease Complaining of their wretchedness.
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