Hic tamen sceptro populos regebat Quos videt condens radios sub undas Phoebus extremo veniens ab ortu, Quos premunt septem gelidi triones, Quos Notus sicco violentus aestu Torret ardentes recoquens harenas.
And yet beneath his sceptres sway he held Peoples the sun sees as he sinks in western waves After his rising in the farthest east, Those beneath the cold stare of the Bear And those burnt by the harsh south wind That bakes the hot dry sands.
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