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COrpora jam in motus properant: puriſſimus Aër

EnglishBodies now hasten into motions: the purest Air is sought: let no foul odor of the wind wander here.

Language
Latin
Date
17th century
Form
elegiac_couplet
Editorial status
Reviewed source page
Text
Source and English

Unit 1 · poem · elegiac_couplet · 12 lines

Latin

Block alignment is approximate: translation blocks are shown against their source line ranges, with untranslated gaps and overlaps surfaced rather than shifted into a verified line map.

Source lines 1-7

  1. 1

    COrpora jam in motus properant: puriſſimus Aër

  2. 2

    Quæritur: hìc venti nec malus erret odor.

  3. 3

    Lucidus exortum ad ſolem gratiſſimus: abſint

  4. 4

    Stagna, putreſq́; lacus, & malè quicquid olet.

  5. 5

    Si Jove, vel tardo gelidus ſit forſitan orbe,

  6. 6

    Gratior eſt: noſtra hinc membra calorq́; valent.

  7. 7

    Si Venere aut Marte incaleant, lacera inde peribunt

English

No translation for source lines 1-7.

Source lines 8-12

  1. 8

    Aſsiduè humanis pabula corporibus.

  2. 9

    Undiq́; diripimur. ſi ſpirant corda ſubintrat:

  3. 10

    Hoc ſine nil miſeri corporis ora vorant.

  4. 11

    Quas dabimus grates Aër tibi peſſime? per te

  5. 12

    Vivimus, & morimur: gratia nulla tibi.

English · verified range

Verified range

  1. 1

    Bodies now hasten into motions: the purest Air

  2. 2

    is sought: let no foul odor of the wind wander here.

  3. 3

    Bright toward the risen sun it is most pleasing: let stagnant pools

  4. 4

    be absent, and putrid lakes, and whatever smells badly.

  5. 5

    If perhaps it is cold by Jupiter, or by the slow orb,

  6. 6

    it is more pleasing: hence our limbs and heat are strong.

  7. 7

    If they grow warm by Venus or Mars, torn nourishments will thence

  8. 8

    continually perish for human bodies.

  9. 9

    We are torn apart from all sides. If they blow, it enters the hearts:

  10. 10

    without this, the mouths of the wretched body devour nothing.

  11. 11

    What thanks shall we give to you, worst Air? Through you

  12. 12

    we live, and we die: no thanks to you.