{"proba-cento/0.1":{"o":"Romulidum ductor, clari lux altera solis,\neoa qui regna regis moderamine iusto,\nspes orbis fratrisque decus: dignare Maronem\nmutatum in melius diuino agnoscere sensu,\nscribendum famulo quem iusseras. hic tibi mundi\nprincipium formamque poli hominemque creatum\nexpediet limo, hic Christi proferet ortum,\ninsidias regis, magorum praemia, doctos\ndiscipulos pelagique minas gressumque per aequor,\nhic fractum famulare iugum uitamque reductam\nunius crucis auxilio reditumque sepultae\nmortis et ascensum pariter sua regna petentis.\nhaec relegas seruesque diu tradasque minori\nArcadio, haec ille suo semini, haec tua semper\naccipiat doceatque suos augusta propago.","t":"Leader of the sons of Romulus, a second light of the bright sun, you who rule the kingdoms of the East with just governance, hope of the world and glory of your brother: deign to recognize Maro changed for the better into a divine sense, which you had ordered your servant to write. Here the beginning of the world, the form of the sky, and man created from clay will be set out for you; here the birth of Christ will be brought forth, the plots of the king, the gifts of the Magi, the learned disciples, the threats of the sea and the walking on the water; here the yoke of slavery broken, and life restored by the help of the one cross, and the return from a buried death, and the ascent of him who likewise seeks his kingdom. These things may you read again and keep long, and hand them on to the younger Arcadius; these may he hand on to his offspring; these may your august line always receive and teach to its own.","f":"Proba, <i>Cento</i> 0.1 (CSEL 16.1:lines 1–15; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/proba-cento/0-1)."},"proba-cento/1.1":{"o":"Iam dudum temerasse duces pia foedera pacis,\nregnandi miseros tenuit quos dira cupido,\ndiuersasque neces, regum crudelia bella\ncognatasque acies, pollutos caede parentum\ninsignis clipeos nulloque ex hoste tropaea,\nsanguine conspersos tulerat quos fama triumphos,\ninnumeris totiens uiduatas ciuibus urbes,\nconfiteor, scripsi: satis est meminisse malorum:\nnunc, deus omnipotens, sacrum, precor, accipe carmen\naeternique tui septemplicis ora resolue\nspiritus atque mei resera penetralia cordis,\narcana ut possim uatis Proba cuncta referre.\nnon nunc ambrosium cura est mihi quaerere nectar,\nnec libet Aonio de uertice ducere Musas,\nnon mihi saxa loqui uanus persuadeat error\nlaurigerosque sequi tripodas et inania uota\niurgantesque deos procerum uictosque penates:\nnullus enim labor est uerbis extendere famam\natque hominum studiis paruam disquirere laudem:\nCastalio sed fonte madens imitata beatos\nquae sitiens hausi sanctae libamina lucis\nhinc canere incipiam. praesens, deus, erige mentem;\nUergilium cecinisse loquar pia munera Christi:","t":"Long ago, I confess, I wrote how leaders had violated the holy treaties of peace, wretched men whom a dread desire to reign had seized; the various slaughters, the cruel wars of kings, the kindred battle lines, the famous shields defiled with the blood of parents, and trophies taken from no foreign enemy, the triumphs spattered with blood that rumor had reported, the cities so often bereaved of countless citizens. It is enough to remember evils. Now, almighty God, receive, I pray, a sacred song; unseal the mouths of your eternal sevenfold Spirit, and unlock the inner chambers of my heart, so that I, Proba the poet, may tell all the hidden things. It is not now my care to seek ambrosial nectar, nor do I wish to bring the Muses down from the Aonian peak; let no empty error persuade me that rocks speak, or to follow the laurel-bearing tripods and vain vows, the quarreling gods of the great and conquered household gods. For it is no labor to extend one's fame with words and to seek a little praise in the pursuits of men. But soaked from the Castalian spring, imitating the blessed, I will begin to sing from here the libations of holy light that I drank in my thirst. Be present, God, lift up my mind; I will tell how Virgil sang the holy gifts of Christ.","f":"Proba, <i>Cento</i> 1.1 (CSEL 16.1:569lines 1–23–570; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/proba-cento/1-1)."},"proba-cento/1.124":{"o":"haut mora continuo I placidam per membra quietem\ndat iuueni et | dulci declinat lumina somno.\natque illi medio in spatio I iam noctis opacae\nomnipotens genitor I costas et uiscera nudat.\nharum unam iuueni I laterum conpagibus artis\neripuit subitoque I oritur mirabile donum —\nargumentum ingens — I claraque in luce refulsit\ninsignis facie | et pulchro pectore uirgo,\niam matura uiro, iam plenis nubilis annis.\nolli somnum ingens rumpit pauor: ossaque et artus\nconiugium uocat I ac stupefactus numine pressit\nexcepitque manu dextramque amplexus inhaesit.\nHis demum exactis I torquet qui sidera mundi.\ninfit: eo dicente I premit placida aequora pontus\net tremefacta solo tellus, silet arduus aether:\n'uiuite felices I interque nitentia culta\nfortunatorum nemorum sedesque beatas.\nhaec domus, haec patria est, I requies ea certa laborum.\nhis ego nec metas rerum nec tempora pono:\nimperium sine fine dedi, I multosque per annos\nnon rastros patietur humus, non uinea falcem.\nat genus inmortale manet, I nec tarda senectus\ndebilitat uires animi mutatque uigorem.\nuos contra I quae dicam animis aduertite uestris.","t":"Without delay he at once gives peaceful rest through the young man's limbs and closes his eyes in sweet sleep. And to him, in the middle course of the dark night, the almighty Father lays bare his ribs and inmost parts. One of these he snatched from the young man, from the tight joints of his sides, and suddenly a marvelous gift arises (a mighty proof) and shone out in clear light, a maiden notable in face and with lovely breast, now ripe for a husband, now of full years for marriage. A great dread breaks the man's sleep: his bones and limbs call it marriage, and astonished, pressed by the divine power, he received her with his hand and, embracing her right hand, clung to her. These things at last completed, he who turns the stars of the world speaks; as he speaks the sea calms its peaceful waters, and the earth trembles from its foundation, the lofty heaven is silent: \"Live happily among the shining tilled fields and the blessed seats of the fortunate groves. This is your home, this your country, this the sure rest from labors. To these I set neither bounds of things nor times: I have given an empire without end, and for many years the ground will not suffer rakes, nor the vine the pruning hook. But the race remains immortal, nor does slow old age weaken the strength of the mind and change its vigor. You, on the other hand, turn your minds to what I shall say.","f":"Proba, <i>Cento</i> 1.124 (CSEL 16.1:576lines 124–147–577; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/proba-cento/1-124)."},"proba-cento/1.148":{"o":"est in conspectu I ramis felicibus arbos,\nquam neque fas igni cuiquam nec sternere ferro,\nreligione sacra I numquam concessa moueri.\nhac quicumque sacros I decerpserit arbore fetus,\nmorte luet merita: I nec me sententia uertit.\nnec tibi tam prudens quisquam persuadeat auctor\nconmaculare manus I — liceat te uoce moneri —,\nfemina, I nec te ullius uiolentia uincat,\nsi te digna manet diuini gloria ruris.'\npostquam cuncta pater, I caeli cui sidera parent,\nconposuit, legesque dedit I camposque nitentis\ndesuper ostentat, I tantarum gloria rerum.\necce autem primi sub limina solis et ortus\ndeuenere locos, I ubi mollis amaracus illos\nfloribus et dulci adspirans conplectitur umbra.\nhic uer purpureum atque alienis mensibus aestas,\nhic liquidi fontes, | hic caeli tempore certo\ndulcia mella premunt, I hic candida populus antro\ninminet et lentae texunt umbracula uites.\ninuitant croceis halantes floribus horti\ninter odoratum lauri nemus I ipsaque tellus\nomnia liberius nullo poscente ferebat.\nfortunati ambo, I si mens non laeua fuisset\nconiugis infandae: I docuit post exitus ingens.","t":"There is in sight a tree with fruitful branches, which it is lawful for no one to fell with fire or iron, by sacred religion never allowed to be moved. Whoever plucks the sacred fruits from this tree will pay with a deserved death: nor does my resolve turn. Let no adviser, however shrewd, persuade you to stain your hands (let it be permitted to warn you by voice), woman; and let the violence of no one overcome you, if the glory of the divine countryside awaits you as worthy.\" After the Father, whom the stars of the sky obey, had set all things in order, and given laws, he shows them from above the shining fields, the glory of things so great. And behold, beneath the threshold and rising of the first sun, they came to the places where soft marjoram embraces them with flowers and breathing sweet shade. Here is purple spring, and summer in months not its own; here clear springs; here at a fixed time they press sweet honey; here a white poplar overhangs the cave, and the pliant vines weave shady bowers. Gardens breathing with saffron flowers invite them, among a fragrant grove of laurel, and the earth itself bore all things more freely, with no one asking. Fortunate both, if the mind of the unspeakable wife had not been perverse: the great outcome afterward taught it.","f":"Proba, <i>Cento</i> 1.148 (CSEL 16.1:578lines 148–171–579; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/proba-cento/1-148)."},"proba-cento/1.172":{"o":"Iamque dies infanda aderat: I per florea rura\necce inimicus atrox I inmensis orbibus anguis\nseptem ingens gyros, septena uolumina uersans\nnec uisu facilis nec dictu affabilis ulli\nobliqua inuidia I ramo frondente pependit,\nuipeream spirans animam, I cui tristia bella\niraeque insidiaeque et crimina noxia cordi.\nodit et ipse pater: I tot sese uertit in ora\narrectisque horret squamis, et, I ne quid inausum\naut intemptatum scelerisue doliue I relinquat,\nsic prior adgreditur dictis I seque obtulit ultro:\n'dic' ait, 'o uirgo I -lucis habitamus opacis\nriparumque toros et prata recentia riuis\nincolimus —, I quae tanta animis ignauia uenit?\nstrata iacent passim sua quaeque sub arbore poma,\npocula sunt fontes liquidi: I caelestia dona\nadtractare nefas: I id rebus defuit unum.\nquid prohibet I causas penitus temptare latentes?\nuana superstitio I. rerum pars altera adempta est.\nquo uitam dedit aeternam? cur mortis adempta est\ncondicio? I mea si non inrita dicta putaris,\nauctor ego audendi I sacrata resoluere iura.\ntu coniunx, tibi fas animum temptare precando.","t":"And now the unspeakable day was at hand: through the flowery countryside, behold, a fierce enemy, a serpent with immense coils, twisting seven huge circles, sevenfold folds, neither easy to look on nor approachable to speak to for anyone, hung on a leafy bough in slanting envy, breathing out a viper's breath, whose heart delights in sad wars, angers, plots and harmful crimes. Even its own father hates it: it turns itself into so many shapes and bristles with raised scales; and, so as to leave nothing undared or unattempted of crime or guile, it approaches first with words and offers itself unasked: \"Tell me,\" it says, \"O maiden (we dwell in shady groves and live on couches of riverbanks and meadows fresh with streams), what such sloth has come into your minds? The fruits lie strewn everywhere, each beneath its own tree; the clear springs are your cups: but to touch the heavenly gifts is forbidden: this one thing was lacking to your affairs. What prevents you from probing deeply the hidden causes? It is vain superstition; the other part of things has been taken away. For what did he give eternal life? Why was the condition of death taken away? If you do not think my words vain, I am the author of daring to loosen the sacred laws. You are the wife: it is lawful for you to test his mind by entreaty.","f":"Proba, <i>Cento</i> 1.172 (CSEL 16.1:579lines 172–194–580; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/proba-cento/1-172)."},"proba-cento/1.195":{"o":"dux ego uester ero: I tua si mihi certa uoluntas,\nextruimusque toros dapibusque epulamur opimis.'\nsic ait, et dicto citius I, quod lege tenetur,\nsubiciunt epulis I olim uenerabile lignum\ninstituuntque dapes I contactuque omnia foedant.\npraecipue infelix pesti deuota futurae\nmirataque nouas frondes et non sua poma,\ncausa mali tanti, I summo tenus attigit ore.\nmaius adorta nefas maioremque orsa furorem\nheu misero coniunx I aliena ex arbore germen\nobicit atque | animum subita dulcedine mouit.\ncontinuo noua lux oculis effulsit; I at illi\nterrentur uisu subito: nec plura morati\ncorpora sub ramis I obtentu frondis inumbrant:\nconsertum tegumen: I nec spes opis ulla dabatur.\nat non haec nullis hominum I rerumque repertor\nobseruans oculis I caedes et facta tyranni\npraesensit: I notumque furens quid femina posset.\ncontinuo inuadit: I 'procul, o procul este profani'\nconclamat, I caelum ac terras qui numine firmat.\natque illi longe gradientem ac dira frementem\nut uidere, metu uersi retroque ruentes\ndiffugiunt siluasque et sicubi concaua furtim\nsaxa petunt. piget incepti lucisque, I neque auras\ndispiciunt: I taedet caeli conuexa tueri.","t":"I will be your leader, if your will is sure for me, and we will build couches and feast on rich banquets.\" So he spoke, and quicker than the word, they put under their feast the once venerable wood that is held by law, and set out the meal and defile everything by touch. Above all the unhappy woman, doomed to the coming plague, marveling at the new leaves and fruits not her own, the cause of so great an evil, touched it with the edge of her lips. Undertaking a greater crime and beginning a greater madness, alas, she offers her wretched husband the fruit from the forbidden tree and moved his mind with sudden sweetness. At once a new light flashed in their eyes; but they are terrified by the sudden sight, and without delaying further they shade their bodies under the branches with a covering of leaves: a joined covering; nor was any hope of help given. But the maker of men and things, watching with eyes not blind the slaughter and the deeds of the tyrant, perceived it beforehand, and knowing what a woman in a rage could do, at once rushes in: \"Away, O away, you profane ones!\" cries he who establishes heaven and earth by his power. And they, when they saw him striding from afar and roaring dreadfully, turned in fear and rushing back, scatter to the woods and wherever there are hollow rocks, and secretly seek them. They regret what they began and the light, nor do they look at the air: it wearies them to gaze on the vault of heaven.","f":"Proba, <i>Cento</i> 1.195 (CSEL 16.1:580lines 195–219–582; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/proba-cento/1-195)."},"proba-cento/1.220":{"o":"Nec longum in medio tempus, I cum creber ad aures\nuisus adesse pedum sonitus genitorque per auras\nhunc, ubi uix multa maestum cognouit in umbra,\ntalibus adloquitur dictis I atque increpat ultro:\n'infelix, quae tanta animum dementia cepit?\nquis furor iste nouus? quo nunc, quo tenditis' inquit\n'regnorum inmemores, I quae mentem insania mutat?\ndicite, I quae lucis miseris tam dira cupido?\nmaturate fugam I totoque absistite luco:\nnec reuocare gradum I, si quando aduersa uocarint,\nest licitum; I flammis ambit torrentibus amnis |\nper medium stridens I torquetque sonantia saxa\nattollitque globos flammarum et sidera lambit.\nille sub haec: I 'tua me, genitor, tua tristis imago .................\nhis posuere locis: I merui nec deprecor', inquit\n'omnipotens, I sonitumque pedum uocemque tremesco\nconscius audacis facti: I monitisque sinistris\nfemina I fert tristis sucos tardumque saporem.\nilla dolos dirumque nefas sub pectore uersans\ninsontem infando indicio, I moritura puella\ndum furit, incautum crudeli morte I peremit;\nsuasit enim, I scis ipse, neque est te fallere cuiquam.\nut uidi, ut perii, ut me malus abstulit error,\ncontigimusque manu I quod non sua seminat arbor.'\ntum pater omnipotens I solio sic infit ab alto:","t":"Nor was there a long time between, when the frequent sound of feet seemed to be at their ears, and the Father through the air, when he recognized him, grieving, in the deep shadow, addresses him with such words and rebukes him unasked: \"Unhappy one, what such madness has seized your mind? What is this new frenzy? Where now, where are you heading,\" he says, \"forgetful of your kingdom? What insanity changes your mind? Tell me, what so dreadful a desire for the light do the wretched have? Hasten flight, and keep away from the whole grove: nor is it permitted to recall your step, if ever adverse things call you back. A river with torrents of flame surrounds it, hissing through the middle, whirling sounding rocks, and it raises globes of flame and licks the stars.\" He in reply: \"Your image, Father, your sad image ... [they] placed in these places: I have deserved it and do not beg off,\" he says, \"Almighty, and I tremble at the sound of feet and your voice, conscious of a daring deed; and with ill-omened counsel the woman brings sad juices and a lingering taste. She, turning over guile and dire crime in her breast, with an unspeakable charge, the girl about to die, while she rages, destroyed the innocent and unwary by a cruel death; for she persuaded me, you yourself know, nor can anyone deceive you. As I saw, how I perished, how evil error carried me away! And we touched with our hand what its own tree does not sow.\" Then the almighty Father begins thus from his high throne:","f":"Proba, <i>Cento</i> 1.220 (CSEL 16.1:582lines 220–244–583; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/proba-cento/1-220)."},"proba-cento/1.24":{"o":"rem nulli obscuram repetens ab origine pergam,\nsi qua fides animo, si uera infusa per artus\nmens agitat molem et toto se corpore miscet\nspiritus et quantum non noxia corpora tardant\nterrenique hebetant artus moribundaque membra.\nO pater, o hominum rerumque aeterna potestas,\nda facilem cursum atque I animis inlabere nostris,\ntuque ades inceptumque una decurre laborem,\nnate, patris summi | uigor et caelestis origo,\nquem primi colimus I meritosque nouamus honores,\niam noua progenies, I omnis quem credidit aetas.\nnam memini I ueterum uoluens monumenta uirorum\nMusaeum ante omnes I uestrum cecinisse per orbem\nquae sint, quae fuerint, quae mox uentura trahantur.\nt omnia et ipse tener mundi concreuerit orbis.\nfelix, qui potuit rerum cognoscere causas,\nunde hominum pecudumque genus uitaeque uolantum\net quae marmoreo fert monstra sub aequore pontus,\nt et liquidi simul ignis I et caeli mobilis umor.\nhaut aliter I prima crescentis origine mundi\ninluxisse dies aliumue habuisse tenorem\ncrediderim. I maior rerum mihi nascitur ordo,I\nsi qua fidem tanto est operi latura uetustas.\nnamque — fatebor enim — I leuium spectacula rerum\nsemper equos atque arma uirum pugnasque canebam\net studio incassum I uolui exercere laborem.","t":"I will proceed, retelling from its origin a matter obscure to no one, if my mind has any faith, if a true mind, poured through the limbs, moves the mass and mingles itself with the whole body as spirit, insofar as harmful bodies do not slow it, and earthly limbs and dying members do not dull it. O Father, O eternal power over men and things, give an easy course and glide into our minds; and you, be present and run through with me the labor begun, Son, the strength of the highest Father and heavenly origin, whom we worship first and to whom we renew deserved honors, now the new offspring, in whom every age has believed. For I remember, turning over the records of the men of old, that Musaeus before all sang through your world what things are, what have been, what will soon be drawn on; and how the tender sphere of the world itself grew together in all its parts. Happy the one who has been able to know the causes of things, whence comes the race of men and beasts and the life of flying things, and the monsters the sea bears beneath its marble surface, and the liquid fire together and the moving moisture of the sky. Not otherwise, I would believe, did the days shine at the first beginning of the growing world, nor did they have another course. A greater order of things is born for me, if antiquity will bring any belief to so great a work. For, I will confess, I used to sing of the spectacles of trivial things, always of horses and the arms of men and battles, and I was willing to exercise a labor in vain.","f":"Proba, <i>Cento</i> 1.24 (CSEL 16.1:570lines 24–49–572; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/proba-cento/1-24)."},"proba-cento/1.245":{"o":"'accipite ergo animis atque haec mea figite dicta:\ntuque prior, I scelere ante alios inmanior omnis,\nquem nec longa dies pietas nec mitigat ulla,\nhortator scelerum, I coluber, mala gramina pastus\ndesidia latamque trahens inglorius aluum\ncede locis, I nullis hominum cogentibus, ipse,\ntenuis ubi argilla et dumosis calculus aruis.'\n'at tibi pro scelere' exclamat, 'pro talibus ausis\nomne aeuum ferro teritur, I primusque per artem,\nheu miserande puer, I terram insectabere rastris\net sonitu terrebis aues: I horrebit in aruis\ncarduus et spinis surget paliurus acutis\nlappaeque tribolique I et fallax herba ueneni.\nat si triticeam in messem robustaque farra\nexercebis humum, I frustra spectabis aceruum\nconcussaque famem in siluis solabere quercu.\ninsuper his I subeunt morbi tristisque senectus\net labor et durae rapit inclementia mortis.\nhaec tibi semper erunt, I tuque, o saeuissima coniunx,\nnon ignara mali, I caput horum et causa malorum,\nmagna lues commissa tibi: I heu perdita nescis\nnec quae te circum stent deinde pericula cernis.\nnunc morere, ut merita es, I tota quod mente petisti:\nnec mea iam mutata loco sententia cedit.'\nAt iuuenem I primum saeuus circumstetit horror:","t":"\"Receive these things, then, into your minds and fix these words of mine: and you first, more monstrous than all others in crime, whom neither length of days nor any piety softens, inciter of crimes, serpent, fed on evil grasses, dragging your broad belly ingloriously in sloth, depart from these places, with no man compelling you, yourself, to where the clay is thin and the pebbles in thorny fields.\" \"But for you, for your crime,\" he cries, \"for such daring, every age is worn away with iron; and first by skill, alas, pitiable boy, you will harass the earth with rakes and scare the birds with noise; the thistle will bristle in the fields and the paliurus rise with sharp thorns, burrs and caltrops and the deceitful weed of poison. But if you work the ground for a harvest of wheat and hardy spelt, you will look in vain on another's heap and relieve your hunger in the woods with shaken acorns. Besides these come diseases, and sad old age, and labor, and the harshness of hard death snatches you away. These things will always be yours. And you, O most savage wife, not ignorant of evil, head and cause of these evils, a great plague committed to you: alas, lost one, you do not know, nor do you see the dangers that stand around you then. Now die, as you have deserved, since you sought it with your whole mind: nor does my sentence, once changed, now yield its place.\" But first a savage horror stood round the young man;","f":"Proba, <i>Cento</i> 1.245 (CSEL 16.1:583lines 245–269–585; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/proba-cento/1-245)."},"proba-cento/1.270":{"o":"deriguere oculi, I nec se celare tenebris\namplius aut I notas audire et reddere uoces.\nhaut mora, festinant iussi rapidisque feruntur\npassibus, I et pariter gressi per opaca uiarum\ncorripiunt spatium medium | limenque relinquunt\nflentes I et paribus curis uestigia figunt.\ntum uictum in siluis I bacas lapidosaque corna\ndant rami et uulsis pascunt radicibus herbae.\nInterea magnum sol circumuertitur annum:\nmatri longa decem tulerunt fastidia menses,\nunde homines nati, durum genus. I inde per artem\naut herbae campo apparent aut arbore frondes,\ninque nouos soles audent se gramina tuto\ncredere: I et lentis uuam demittere ramis\ninstituunt I udoque docent inolescere libro.\ntum, gemini fratres | adolent dum altaria taedis,\nalter in alterius I praelato inuidit honore —\nhorresco referens —: I consanguinitate propinquum\nexcipit incautum patriasque obtruncat ad aras\nsanguine foedantem quos ipse sacrauerat ignis.\ntum genitor I uirus serpentibus addidit atris\nmellaque decussit foliis ignemque remouit -\npraedarique lupos iussit pontumque moueri\net passim riuis currentia uina repressit.","t":"his eyes stiffened, nor could he hide any longer in the darkness, or hear and return familiar words. Without delay, as ordered, they hurry and are carried with swift steps, and walking side by side through the dark ways they cover the space between and leave the threshold, weeping, and plant their steps with equal cares. Then in the woods the branches give them food, berries and stony cornels, and the plants feed them with roots plucked up. Meanwhile the sun circles round the great year: ten months brought long weariness to the mother, whence men were born, a hard race. Thereafter by skill either grasses appear in the field or leaves on the tree, and the grasses dare to trust themselves safely to new suns; and they begin to let the grape down from pliant branches and teach it to grow into the moist bark. Then, while the twin brothers burn the altars with torches, one envied the other the honor preferred to him (I shudder to tell it): he catches his kinsman off guard and cuts him down at his father's altars, defiling with blood the fires he himself had consecrated. Then the Father added venom to black serpents, and shook the honey from the leaves, and removed fire, and ordered wolves to prey and the sea to be stirred, and checked the wine that ran everywhere in streams.","f":"Proba, <i>Cento</i> 1.270 (CSEL 16.1:585lines 270–293–586; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/proba-cento/1-270)."},"proba-cento/1.294":{"o":"mox et frumentis labor additus, ut mala culmos\nesset robigo I et uictum seges aegra negaret.\ntum laqueis captare feras et fallere uisco\n'inuentum, et I duris urgens in rebus egestas\nmouit agros, curis acuens mortalia corda,\ndeterior donec paulatim ac decolor aetas,\nferrea progenies, duris caput extulit aruis\net belli rabies et amor successit habendi.\nIustitia excedens terris uestigia fecit.\nnec longum in medio tempus: I furor iraque mentem\npraecipitant: I gaudent perfusi sanguine fratrum.\ncondit opes alius defossoque incubat auro\nnec doluit miserans inopem I dextramque tetendit.\nTum pater omnipotens | grauiter commotus ab alto\naethere se mittit: | tellurem effundit in undas\ndiluuio miscens caelumque in Tartara soluit.\nsternit agros, sternit sata laeta bouumque labores\ndiluit: inplentur fossae et caua flumina crescunt: I\net genus omne neci pecudum dedit, omne ferarum.\ntum pietate grauem ac meritis I — mirabile dictu —,\nqui fuit in terris et seruantissimus aequi, I\neripuit leto, | tantis surgentibus undis, I\nut genus unde nouae stirpis reuocetur haberet. I\nDiluuio ex illo I patribus dat iura uocatis\nomnipotens: I magnis agitant sub legibus aeuum. I","t":"Soon labor was added to the grain too, so that evil blight ate the stalks and the sick crop denied food. Then catching wild beasts with snares and deceiving them with birdlime was invented, and want, pressing in hard circumstances, moved the fields, sharpening mortal hearts with cares, until little by little a worse and discolored age, an iron offspring, raised its head from the hard fields, and the madness of war and the love of having came after. Justice, departing from the earth, left her last footprints. Nor was there a long time between: fury and anger drive the mind headlong; they rejoice, drenched in the blood of brothers. One hoards wealth and broods over buried gold, nor did he grieve in pity for the poor or stretch out his right hand. Then the almighty Father, deeply moved, sends himself from the high heaven: he pours out the earth into waves, mixing it with the flood, and dissolves the sky into Tartarus. He lays low the fields, lays low the glad crops and the labors of the oxen, washes them away: the ditches fill and the hollow rivers rise; and he gave to death the whole race of cattle, the whole race of wild beasts. Then he snatched from death one heavy with piety and merits (wondrous to tell), who was on earth and most observant of the right, while such great waves rose, so that he might have a source from which the race of a new stock could be recalled. From that flood the Almighty gives laws to the assembled fathers: they spend their age under great laws.","f":"Proba, <i>Cento</i> 1.294 (CSEL 16.1:587lines 294–318–588; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/proba-cento/1-294)."},"proba-cento/1.319":{"o":"quid memorem infandas caedes, quid facta tyranni\nnesciaque humanis precibus mansuescere corda. I\nAegyptum uiresque orientis et ultima I bella\nmagnanimosque duces totiusque ordine gentis,\nquo cursu deserta petiuerit I et tribus et gens\nmagna uirum, I menti tanti non inmemor umquam,\nquique sacerdotes casti I altaria iuxta,\nquique pii uates I pro libertate ruebant,\nqui bello exciti reges, quae litore rubro\nconplerint campos acies, I quibus arserit armis\nrex, genus egregium, I magno inflammante furore,\nagmen agens equitum et florentis aere cateruas?\ncetera facta patrum I pugnataque in ordine bella\npraetereo atque aliis post me memoranda relinquo.\nNunc ad te et tua magna, pater, consulta reuertor.\nmaius opus moueo: I uatum praedicta priorum\nadgredior, I quamuis angusti terminus aeui\naccipiat, I temptanda uia est, qua me quoque possim\ntollere humo I et nomen fama tot ferre per annos,\nquod tua progenies I caelo descendit ab alto,\nattulit et nobis aliquando optantibus aetas\nauxilium aduentumque dei, I quom femina primum\nuirginis os habitumque gerens I — mirabile dictu —\nnec generis nostri puerum nec sanguinis edit,\nseraque terrifici cecinerunt omina uates\naduentare uirum I populis terrisque superbum\nsemine ab aetherio, I qui uiribus occupet orbem.","t":"Why should I recall the unspeakable slaughters, the deeds of the tyrant, and hearts that know not how to grow gentle at human prayers? Egypt and the forces of the East and the last wars, and great-hearted leaders and the whole race in order; by what course the tribes and the people, a great nation of men, sought the desert, never unmindful of so great a mind; and the priests who were chaste beside the altars, and the pious prophets who rushed forward for liberty; what kings were roused to war, what battle lines filled the plains by the Red shore, with what arms the king, of noble race, blazed, driven by great fury, leading a column of horsemen and companies bright with bronze? The other deeds of the fathers and the wars fought in order I pass by and leave for others after me to record. Now I return to you and to your great counsels, Father. I set in motion a greater work: I approach the predictions of the earlier prophets, how, though the bound of a narrow age may receive me, a way must be tried by which I too may raise myself from the ground and carry my name in fame through so many years: that your offspring came down from high heaven, and that time brought to us, longing for it at last, the help and the coming of God, when first a woman, bearing the face and dress of a virgin (wondrous to tell), brought forth a child neither of our race nor of our blood; and the prophets of terror had long sung the omens that a man was coming, proud over peoples and lands, from heavenly seed, to take possession of the world by his strength.","f":"Proba, <i>Cento</i> 1.319 (CSEL 16.1:588lines 319–345–590; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/proba-cento/1-319)."},"proba-cento/1.346":{"o":"Iamque aderat promissa dies, I quo tempore primum\nextulit os sacrum I diuinae stirpis origo\nmissus in imperium, I uenitque in corpore uirtus\nmixta deo: I subiit cari genitoris imago.\nhaut mora, continuo I caeli regione serena,\nstella facem ducens multa cum luce cucurrit.\nagnouere deum proceres I cunctisque repente\nmuneribus cumulant I et sanctum sidus adorant.\ntum uero manifesta fides I clarumque paternae\nnomen erat uirtutis: et ipsi I agnoscere uultus\nflagrantisque dei | diuini signa decoris.\nprotinus ad regem I magno feruore ruentum\nfama uolat I magnisque acuit rumoribus iras\nincenditque animum I matrisque adlabitur auris.\nilla dolos dirumque nefas I haut nescia rerum\npraesensit motusque excepit prima futuros.\npraescia uenturi I furtim mandarat alendum,\ndum curae ambiguae, dum I mens exaestuat ira.\nat rex sollicitus I stirpem et genus omne futurum\npraecipitare iubet subiectisque urere flammis,\nmulta mouens, I mittique uiros, qui certa reportent.\nhaut secus ac iussi faciunt | rapidisque feruntur\npassibus et I magnis urbem terroribus inplent.\ncontinuo auditae uoces uagitus et ingens\ninfantumque animae flentes: I ante ora parentum\ncorpora natorum I sternuntur limine primo.","t":"And now the promised day was at hand, at which time the origin of a divine stock first lifted up his sacred face, sent into his rule, and power came in a body mingled with God: the image of his dear Father came forth. Without delay, at once in a clear region of the sky, a star drawing a torch ran with much light. The chiefs recognized God and at once heap him with all gifts and adore the holy star. Then indeed faith was plain, and the name of his Father's power was clear; and they themselves recognize the face and the signs of divine beauty of the blazing God. At once rumor flies to the king, raging with great heat, and sharpens his anger with great reports and kindles his mind, and glides to the mother's ears. She, not ignorant of things, foresaw the guile and dire crime and was first to catch the coming upheavals. Foreseeing what was coming, she had secretly entrusted him to be nursed, while cares wavered, while the mind seethed with anger. But the king, anxious, orders the stock and all the future race to be hurled down and burned with flames placed beneath, and, plotting much, orders men to be sent to bring back sure news. Just as ordered they do, and are carried with swift steps, and fill the city with great terrors. At once voices were heard, wailing and a huge cry, and the weeping souls of infants: before the faces of their parents the bodies of the children are laid low on the very threshold.","f":"Proba, <i>Cento</i> 1.346 (CSEL 16.1:590lines 346–371–591; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/proba-cento/1-346)."},"proba-cento/1.372":{"o":"at mater I gemitu non frustra exterrita tanto,\nipsa sinu prae se portans, I turbante tumultu,\ninfantem fugiens I plena ad praesaepia reddit.\nhic natum I angusti subter fastigia tecti\nnutribat teneris inmulgens ubera labris.\nhic tibi prima, puer, I fundent cunabula flores,\nmixtaque ridenti I passim cum baccare tellus\nmolli paulatim I colocasia fundet acantho.\nEt iam finis erat I perfecto temporis orbe.\nut primum cessit furor et rabida ora quierunt,\nante annos animumque gerens I caelestis origo\nper medias urbes graditur I populosque propinquos.\nillum omnis tectis agrisque effusa iuuentus\nattonitis inhians animis I prospectat euntem,\nturbaque miratur matrum: I 'qui spiritus illi,\nqui uultus uocisque sonus uel gressus eunti est!'\nContinuo uates I — namque is certissimus auctor —\nut procul egelido secretum flumine uidit,\n'tempus' ait: 'deus, ecce, deus, cui I maxima rerum\nuerborumque fides. I tu nunc eris alter ab illo,\nfortunate puer, I caeli cui sidera parent.\nsic equidem ducebam animo rebarque futurum:\nexpectate uenis, I spes et solacia nostri.\nhaec ubi dicta dedit, I fluuio mersare salubri\naccepit uenientem ac mollibus extulit undis:","t":"But the mother, not in vain terrified by such groaning, carrying him herself in her bosom before her amid the confusion, flees with the infant and brings him back to the full manger. Here she nursed her son beneath the gables of a narrow roof, milking her breasts into his tender lips. Here for you first, child, the cradle will pour out flowers, and the earth, mixing the colocasia with the smiling acanthus everywhere, will pour it out with soft bear's-foot little by little. And now the end had come, the circle of time completed. As soon as the fury ceased and the raging mouths fell quiet, bearing a mind beyond his years, the heavenly origin walks through the middle of cities and the neighboring peoples. All the young men, pouring out of houses and fields, gape with astonished minds and gaze at him as he goes, and the crowd of mothers marvels: \"What spirit he has, what a face, what sound of voice, and what a step as he goes!\" At once the prophet (for he is the surest witness), when he saw him far off, apart by the chill river, said: \"It is the time: God, behold, God, in whom is the greatest faith of things and words. You now will be second to him, fortunate boy, whom the stars of the sky obey. So indeed I was supposing in my mind and believed it would be: long awaited you come, the hope and comfort of us.\" When he had said these things, he received the one coming to be plunged in the healing river and lifted him out of the soft waves.","f":"Proba, <i>Cento</i> 1.372 (CSEL 16.1:591lines 372–396–593; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/proba-cento/1-372)."},"proba-cento/1.397":{"o":"exultantque uada ac I subito commota columba\ndeuolat et supra caput astitit. I inde repente\nradit iter liquidum celeris neque commouet alas.\nhuc omnis turba ad ripas effusa ruebat\ncertatim largos umeris infundere rores.\ntum genitor natum dictis I conpellat amicis:\nnate, meae uires, mea magna potentia solus\net praedulce decus I magnum rediture parenti,\na te principium, tibi desinet. I accipe, testor,\no mea progenies: I qua sol utrumque recurrens\naspicit Oceanum, I perfecto laetus honore\nomnia sub pedibus I uertique regique uidebis.\ntu regere imperio populos, I matresque uirosque,\niam pridem resides animos desuetaque corda\nignarosque uiae mecum miseratus I inertes\nadgredere et uotis iam nunc adsuesce uocari'.\ndixerat: ille patris magni parere parabat\nimperio, I instans operi regnisque futuris.\nHeu pietas, heu prisca fides! I quas dicere grates\nincipiam, I si parua licet conponere magnis?\nnec mihi iam patriam antiquam spes ulla uidendi\nnec spes libertatis erat nec cura I salutis.\nhic mihi responsum primus dedit ille petenti,\nconcretam exemit labem purumque reliquit\naetherium sensum I meque in mea regna remisit.","t":"And the shallows leap, and suddenly a dove, stirred, flies down and stood above his head; then at once it skims its liquid way and does not move its swift wings. Here the whole crowd, poured out onto the banks, rushed, vying to pour abundant dew on their shoulders. Then the Father addresses his Son with friendly words: \"Son, my strength, alone my great power, sweetest glory, who will return great to your parent: from you is the beginning, in you it will end. Receive, I bear witness, O my offspring: where the sun returning sees both Oceans, you will see, glad in completed honor, all things beneath your feet turned and ruled. You, rule the peoples with your command, mothers and men; long sluggish minds and hearts unaccustomed, and those ignorant of the way, pitying them with me, approach them as they are inert, and now grow accustomed to be called upon in prayers.\" He had spoken: the Son was preparing to obey the command of his great Father, pressing on to the work and to the kingdom to come. Alas, piety, alas, ancient faith! What thanks shall I begin to say, if it is permitted to compare small things with great? I had now no hope of seeing my ancient homeland, no hope of freedom, nor any care for salvation. Here he first gave an answer to me as I asked: he removed the stain that had grown hard and left the heavenly sense pure, and sent me back into my kingdom.","f":"Proba, <i>Cento</i> 1.397 (CSEL 16.1:593lines 397–421–594; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/proba-cento/1-397)."},"proba-cento/1.422":{"o":"illum ego per flammas, I agerem si Syrtibus exul,\nper uarios casus, per I mille sequentia tela,\nquo res cumque cadent, unum I pro nomine tanto\nexequerer strueremque suis altaria donis.\nhuius in aduentum I tantarum in munera laudum\nipsi laetitia uoces ad sidera iactant\nintonsi montes: I respondent omnia ualles.\nTempore non alio I — magnum et memorabile nomen —\nserpentis furiale malum I meminisse necesse est.\nausus quin etiam I — fama est obscurior annis —\nconpellare uirum et I ueniendi poscere causas.\nhunc ubi tendentem aduersum per gramina uidit,\nsubstitit infremuitque ferox | dominumque potentem\nsaucius ac serpens I adfatur uoce superba:\n'uerane te facies, uerus mihi nuntius adfers?\nqui genus? unde domo, I qui nostra ad limina tendis?\nfare age, quid uenias; I nam te dare iura loquuntur.\naut quis te, iuuenum confidentissime, nostras\niussit adire domus pacique inponere morem?\nnon equidem inuideo, miror magis: I accipe porro,\nquid dubitem et quae nunc animo sententia surgat.\nest domus alta: I uoca zephyros et labere pinnis\nardua tecta petens, I ausus te credere caelo,\nsi modo quem memoras pater est, I cui sidera parent'.","t":"Him I would follow through flames, if I were driven an exile in the Syrtes, through various chances, through a thousand pursuing weapons, wherever things will fall out, for so great a name alone, and I would heap altars with their gifts. At his coming, for the reward of praises so great, the unshorn mountains themselves cast their voices to the stars in joy: all the valleys answer. At no other time (a great and memorable name) must the raging evil of the serpent be remembered. Indeed it even dared (the story is obscured by years) to accost the man and demand the reasons for his coming. When it saw him advancing toward it through the grass, it stopped and roared fiercely, and, wounded, the serpent addresses the powerful lord with a proud voice: \"Is your face true? Are you a true messenger to me? What race are you? From what home, you who are making for our thresholds? Tell me, come, why you come; for they say you give laws. Or who ordered you, most confident of young men, to approach our homes and impose a custom on peace? I do not envy you; I wonder rather. Hear further what I doubt and what resolve now rises in my mind. There is a lofty house: call the west winds and glide on wings, seeking the high roofs, daring to trust yourself to the sky, if indeed he whom you mention is your Father, whom the stars obey.\"","f":"Proba, <i>Cento</i> 1.422 (CSEL 16.1:594lines 422–445–595; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/proba-cento/1-422)."},"proba-cento/1.446":{"o":"olli subridens sedato pectore I fatur\nhaut uatum ignarus uenturique inscius aeui:\n'dissimulare etiam sperasti, perfide I serpens?\nne dubita; nam uera uides. I opta ardua pinnis\nastra sequi clausumque caua te condere terra.\nquo periture ruis maioraque uiribus audes?\ncede deo, I toto proiectus corpore terrae'.\nnec plura his: ille admirans uenerabile donum\nfronte premit terram I et spumas agit ore cruentas\ncontentusque fuga I caecis se inmiscuit umbris.\nInterea I uolitans magnas it fama per urbes.\nconuenere uiri: mens omnibus una sequendi\nin quascumque uelit pelago deducere terras.\nmulti praeterea, quos fama obscura recondit,\nconcurrunt I fremitu denso stipantque frequentes\nexultantque animis; I medium nam plurima turba\nhunc habet atque umeris extantem suspicit altis.\npostquam altos uentum in montes; I aeterna potestas\niura dabat legesque uiris, secreta parentis,\nspemque dedit dubiae menti I curasque resoluit.\nconspicit ecce alios dextra laeuaque I frequentis.\nquos ubi confertos audere in proelia uidit,\nincipit et dictis diuinum aspirat amorem:","t":"Smiling at him, he speaks with calm heart, not ignorant of the prophets and not unaware of the age to come: \"Did you even hope to hide it, treacherous serpent? Do not doubt; for you see true things. Choose to follow the high stars on wings, or to hide yourself shut in the hollow earth. Where are you rushing, doomed one, and daring things greater than your strength? Yield to God, thrown down with your whole body on the earth.\" No more than this: he, marveling at the venerable gift, presses the earth with his forehead and foams bloody froth at his mouth, and content with flight mingled himself with the dark shadows. Meanwhile rumor goes flying through great cities. Men came together: all had one mind, to follow him into whatever lands he wished to lead them across the sea. Many besides, whom obscure fame hides, run together and crowd round in a dense roaring throng, and exult in spirit; for the great crowd holds him in their midst and looks up at him standing out with lofty shoulders. After they came to the high mountains, the eternal power was giving rights and laws to men, the secrets of the Father, and gave hope to the doubtful mind and dissolved its cares. Behold, he sees others thronging on right and left. When he saw them, crowded together, daring for the battles, he begins and breathes divine love into them with his words:","f":"Proba, <i>Cento</i> 1.446 (CSEL 16.1:595lines 446–468–597; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/proba-cento/1-446)."},"proba-cento/1.469":{"o":"'discite iustitiam moniti, I succurrite fessis\npro se quisque, uiri, I quae cuique est copia, laeti\ncommunemque uocate deum. I meliora sequamur\nquoque uocat uertamus iter. I uia prima salutis\nintemerata fides I et mens sibi conscia recti.\nuobis parta quies I perfecto temporis orbe.\nnam qui diuitiis soli incubuere repertis\nnec partem posuere suis, I dum uita maneret,\npulsatusue parens et fraus innexa clienti,\ntum, cum frigida mors anima seduxerit artus,\ninclusi poenam expectant, I quae maxima turba est,\ninfernisque cient tenebris I ueterumque malorum\nsupplicia expendunt. I aliis sub gurgite uasto\ninfectum eluitur scelus aut exuritur igni.\nturbidus hic caeno uastaque uoragine gurges\naestuat atque imo barathri eructat harenam.\nhinc exaudiri gemitus et saeua sonare\nuerbera, tum stridor ferri tractaeque catenae,\nsemper et obducta densantur nocte tenebrae.\npraeterea I quae dicam animis aduertite uestris.\nnon ego uos posthac I caesis de more iuuencis\nreligione patrum I truncis et robore nata\nmortaliue manu I effigies et templa tueri\naudiam: et haec I repetens iterumque iterumque monebo:","t":"\"Be warned and learn justice; help the weary, each for himself, men, gladly, with whatever resources each has, and call on the God of all. Let us follow better things and turn our way where it calls. The first way of salvation is unstained faith and a mind conscious of the right. For you rest is won, the circle of time completed. For those who alone brooded over the riches they found and set aside no share for their own while life remained, and the parent struck and the fraud woven against a client, then, when cold death has separated the limbs from the soul, shut in, await punishment, they who are the greatest throng, and they cry out in the infernal darkness and pay the penalties of old evils. For others, under a vast whirlpool, the stain of crime is washed away or burned out by fire. Here a whirlpool, thick with mud and with a vast abyss, seethes, and from the bottom of the pit belches up sand. From here groans are heard and savage lashes sounding, then the grating of iron and the dragging of chains, and always the darkness thickens with overspreading night. Besides, turn your minds to what I shall say. I will not hereafter hear of you worshiping, after the custom of your fathers' religion, with slaughtered bullocks, images born from trunks and oak, or made by mortal hand, and temples: and these things I will repeat and warn again and again:","f":"Proba, <i>Cento</i> 1.469 (CSEL 16.1:597lines 469–492–598; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/proba-cento/1-469)."},"proba-cento/1.493":{"o":"sed periisse semel satis est, I natumque patremque\nprofuerit meminisse magis, I si credere dignum est.\nsed fugit interea, fugit inreparabile tempus,\nflammarumque I dies et uis inimica propinquat'.\nadtonitis haesere animis : nec plura moratus\nhic aliud maius miseris I mortalibus aegris\niudicium I canit — et tristis denuntiat iras —\nuenturum excidio | et uasta conuulsa ruina\nomnia tum pariter I rutilo inmiscerier igni\npalantesque polo stellas I caelique ruinam.\ntum uero tremefacta nouos per pectora cunctis\ninsinuat pauor, I et taciti uentura uidebant.\nHaec super aduentu I cum multa horrenda moneret,\nora puer prima signans intonsa iuuenta,\ndiues opum, I studiis florens ignobilis oti —\nquinque greges illi balantum, quina redibant\narmenta, et dapibus mensas onerabat inemptis —\ncontinuo I alacris palmas utrasque tetendit\net genua amplectens I sic ore effatus amico est:\n'o decus, o famae merito pars maxima nostrae,\nad te confugio et supplex tua numina posco.\nomnia praecepi atque animo mecum ante peregi.\neripe me his, inuicte, malis. I quid denique restat,\nquidue sequens tantos possim superare labores?","t":"but to have perished once is enough; it will profit more to remember the Son and the Father, if it is worthy to believe. But meanwhile time flies, flies beyond recovery, and the day of flames and its hostile force draws near.\" They clung with astonished minds; nor delaying more, he sings to wretched, sick mortals of another, greater judgment (and he announces sad wraths), to come for destruction, and that all things then, torn with vast ruin, will be mingled together in ruddy fire, and the stars wandering in the sky and the ruin of heaven. Then indeed new dread steals into all through their trembling breasts, and in silence they saw what was to come. While he was warning of many dreadful things about his coming, a youth marking his unshorn face with first youth, rich in wealth, flourishing in the pursuits of inglorious ease (five flocks of bleating sheep he had, five herds came home, and he loaded his tables with unbought feasts), at once eagerly stretched out both palms and, embracing his knees, spoke thus with friendly mouth: \"O glory, O deservedly greatest part of our fame, I flee to you and as a suppliant beg your divine power. I have foreseen everything and gone through it in my mind beforehand. Snatch me from these evils, unconquered one. What, finally, remains, or what may I follow to overcome such great labors?","f":"Proba, <i>Cento</i> 1.493 (CSEL 16.1:598lines 493–516–600; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/proba-cento/1-493)."},"proba-cento/1.50":{"o":"omnia temptanti I potior sententia uisa est\npandere res altas terra et caligine mersas.\ninque dies I aliquid iam dudum inuadere magnum\nmens agitat mihi nec placida contenta quiete est.\nore fauete omnes | laetasque aduertite mentes,\nmatres atque uiri I pueri innuptaeque puellae.\nPrincipio caelum ac terras camposque liquentes\nlucentemque globum lunae I solisque labores\nipse pater statuit, I uos, o clarissima mundi I\nlumina, labentem caelo quae ducitis annum.\nnam neque erant astrorum ignes nec lucidus aether,\nset nox atra polum bigis subuecta tenebat,I\net chaos I in praeceps tantum tendebat ad umbras,\nquantus ad aetherium caeli suspectus Olympum.\ntum pater omnipotens, rerum cui summa potestas,\naera dimouit tenebrosum et dispulit umbras\net medium luci atque umbris iam diuidit orbem.\nsidera cuncta notat tacito labentia caelo\nintentos uoluens oculos, I qua parte calores\naustrinos tulerit, quae terga obuerterit axi.\npostquam cuncta uidet caelo constare sereno\nomnipotens, I stellis numeros et nomina fecit\ntemporibusque parem diuersis quattuor annum\naestusque pluuiasque et agentes frigora uentos.","t":"As I tried all things, the better resolve seemed to be to reveal deep things sunk in earth and darkness. Day by day my mind has long been stirring to undertake something great, and it is not content with peaceful quiet. Keep holy silence, all of you, and turn glad minds to me, mothers and men, boys and unwedded girls. In the beginning the Father himself established the sky and the lands and the liquid plains, and the shining globe of the moon and the labors of the sun, you, O brightest lights of the world, who lead the year as it glides through the sky. For there were neither fires of stars nor bright upper air, but black night, borne up in her two-horse chariot, held the sky, and chaos stretched headlong toward the shadows, as far as the view up to the heavenly Olympus of the sky. Then the almighty Father, who holds the supreme power of things, moved apart the darkened air and scattered the shadows, and now divided the world in the middle between light and shadow. He marks all the stars gliding in the silent sky, turning his intent eyes, in what part he would bring the southern heats, what parts would turn their backs to the pole. After he saw that everything stood fixed in the clear sky, the Almighty made numbers and names for the stars, and a year equal in its four different seasons, heats and rains and winds that bring cold.","f":"Proba, <i>Cento</i> 1.50 (CSEL 16.1:572lines 50–73–573; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/proba-cento/1-50)."},"proba-cento/1.517":{"o":"accipe daque fidem: I mihi iussa capessere fas est.'\natque huic responsum paucis ita reddidit heros:\n'o praestans animi iuuenis, I absiste precando,\nnec te paeniteat: | nihil o tibi amice relictum.\nhoc etiam his addam, tua si mihi certa uoluntas:\ndisce, puer, | contemnere opes et te quoque dignum\nfinge deo, | et quae sit poteris cognoscere uirtus.\nda dextram misero et I fratrem ne desere frater.\nsi iungi hospitio properat, | coniunge uolentem.\ncasta pudicitiam seruet domus. I en age segnes\nrumpe moras I rebusque ueni non asper egenis.'\ndixerat haec. ille I in uerbo uestigia torsit\ntristior, I ora modis adtollens pallida miris,\nmulta gemens, seque ex oculis auertit et aufert.\nInde ubi prima fides pelago, tranquilla per alta\ndeducunt socii nauis I atque arte magistra\nhic alius latum funda transuerberat amnem\nalta petens, pelagoque alius trahit umida lina.\npostquam altum tenuere rates nec iam amplius ullae\noccurrunt terrae, I crebris micat ignibus aether,\neripiunt subito nubes caelumque diemque,\nconsurgunt uenti et I fluctus ad sidera tollunt.","t":"Receive me and give me your pledge: it is right for me to carry out your commands.\" And to him the hero gave answer thus in a few words: \"O young man outstanding in spirit, cease entreating, and do not regret it: nothing, O friend, is left for you. This too I will add, if your will is sure for me: learn, boy, to despise wealth, and shape yourself too worthy of God, and you will be able to know what virtue is. Give your right hand to the wretched, and do not, a brother, desert your brother. If he hastens to be joined in hospitality, join him willingly. Let the chaste house keep its modesty. Come now, break off sluggish delays, and come, not harsh to the needy.\" He had said these things. The other at the word turned his steps away, sadder, raising a face wondrously pale, groaning much, and removes himself from his sight and goes away. Then, when first the sea could be trusted, the companions launch the ships on the calm deep, and with masterly skill one lashes the broad stream with a casting net, seeking the deep, and another drags his wet lines on the sea. After the boats held the deep and no lands any longer meet them, the sky flashes with frequent fires; clouds suddenly snatch away sky and day; winds rise up and lift the waves to the stars.","f":"Proba, <i>Cento</i> 1.517 (CSEL 16.1:600lines 517–538–601; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/proba-cento/1-517)."},"proba-cento/1.539":{"o":"at sociis subita gelidus formidine sanguis\ndiriguit: cecidere animi I cunctique repente\npontum adspectabant flentes I — uox omnibus nulla —\nspemque metumque inter dubii, seu uiuere credant\nsiue extrema pati, | leti discrimine paruo,\nqualia multa mari nautae patiuntur in alto.\necce deus I magno misceri murmure pontum\nemissamque hiemem sensit, I cui summa potestas.\npar leuibus uentis I et fulminis ocior alis\nprona petit maria et pelago decurrit aperto:\nnec longo distat cursu I praeeunte carina.\nagnoscunt longe regem I dextramque potentem\nnudati socii I et magno clamore salutant.\npostquam altos tetigit fluctus et ad aequora uenit,\nid uero horrendum ac uisu mirabile ferri:\nsubsidunt undae, I remo ut luctamen abesset,\ncollectasque fugat nubes I graditurque per aequor.\niam medium necdum fluctu latera ardua tinxit. *\nat media socios incedens naue per ipsos\nipse gubernaclo rector subit, ipse magister.\nintremuit malus, I gemuit sub pondere cumba,\nuela cadunt, I puppique deus consedit in alta:\net tandem laeti notae aduertuntur harenae.","t":"But the companions' blood froze with sudden fear: their spirits fell, and all at once, weeping, they looked out at the sea (no voice for anyone), between hope and fear, doubtful whether to believe they lived or suffered the end, by a small margin from death, such things as sailors suffer on the deep sea. Behold, God sensed that the sea was being stirred with a great roar and the storm let loose, he who holds the supreme power. Equal to the light winds and swifter than the wings of lightning, he heads for the seas and runs down on the open water: nor is he far distant in course from the ship ahead. The stripped companions recognize their king from afar and his powerful right hand, and greet him with a great shout. After he touched the deep waves and came to the waters, this indeed was dreadful and marvelous to see: the waves subside, so that the oar had no struggle, and he puts the gathered clouds to flight and walks over the sea. And now, at the middle, he had not yet wet his lofty sides with the wave. And walking through the middle of the ship among the companions themselves, he himself goes to the helm as steersman, he himself the master. The mast trembled, the boat groaned under the weight, the sails fall, and God sat down on the high stern: and at last the glad men turn to the familiar sands.","f":"Proba, <i>Cento</i> 1.539 (CSEL 16.1:601lines 539–561–602; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/proba-cento/1-539)."},"proba-cento/1.562":{"o":"Tunc etiam I tardi costas agitator aselli\ninsedit nimbo effulgens: | cui plurima circum\nmatres atque uiri, pueri I uelamina nota\nsubiciunt I funemque manu contingere gaudent.\niamque propinquabant portis I templumque uetustum\nantiqua e cedro I centum sublime columnis\ningreditur I magna medius comitante caterua.\nhorrendum siluis I hoc illis curia templum,\nhae sacrae sedes, I miro quod honore colebant.\nnamque sub ingenti lustrat dum singula templo,\nhorrescit uisu subito I insonuitque flagello\nsignificatque manu et magno simul I intonat ore:\n'quae scelerum facies, I quaeue aera micantia cerno\nCaesaris et nomen? I quae mentem insania mutat?\nhae nobis propriae sedes, I hic tempore certo\nperpetuis soliti patrum considere mensis.'\nobstipuere animis I gelidusque per ima cucurrit\nossa tremor, I mensasque metu liquere priores.\nDeuexo interea propior fit Uesper Olympo.\ntum uictu reuocant uires fusique per herbam\net dapibus mensas onerant et pocula ponunt.\npostquam prima quies epulis mensaeque remotae,\nipse inter primos I genitori instaurat honores,\nsuspiciens caelum. I tum facta silentia linguis.","t":"Then also he sat on the back of a slow ass, shining in a cloud: around him many mothers and men, and boys, spread familiar garments beneath him and rejoice to touch the rope with their hand. And now they were drawing near the gates, and he enters the ancient temple, lofty on a hundred columns of ancient cedar, in the middle with a great throng accompanying. Awe-inspiring with its woods, this was their senate house and temple, these the sacred seats which they honored with wondrous honor. For while he surveys each thing beneath the huge temple, he shudders at the sudden sight, and sounded with a whip, and signals with his hand and at the same time thunders with great voice: \"What face of crimes, what glittering bronze do I see, and Caesar's name? What madness changes your minds? These are our own seats; here at a fixed time the fathers were accustomed to sit at unbroken tables.\" They were stunned in spirit, and trembling ran through their bones to the marrow, and in fear they left their former tables. Meanwhile Vesper draws nearer as Olympus sinks. Then they restore their strength with food, and stretched out on the grass they load the tables with feasts and set out cups. After the first rest from feasting, and the tables removed, he himself among the first renews honors to the Father, looking up at heaven. Then silence fell on tongues.","f":"Proba, <i>Cento</i> 1.562 (CSEL 16.1:602lines 562–585–603; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/proba-cento/1-562)."},"proba-cento/1.586":{"o":"dat manibus fruges I dulcesque a fontibus undas\nimpleuitque mero pateram I ritusque sacrorum\nedocet inmiscetque preces I ac talia fatur:\n'audite, o proceres,' ait 'et spes discite uestras.\nnemo ex hoc numero mihi non donatus abibit,\npromissisque patris I uestra' inquit 'munera uobis\ncerta manent, pueri, et palmam mouet ordine nemo.\net lux cum primum terris se crastina reddet,\nunus erit tantum I in me exitiumque meorum,\ndum paci medium se offert I de corpore nostro.\niamque dies, nisi fallor, adest. I secludite curas.\nmecum erit iste labor, | nec me sententia fallit:\nunum pro multis dabitur caput.' I haec ita fatus\nconticuit seramque dedit per membra quietem.\nOceanum interea surgens Aurora reliquit.\niamque sacerdotes | late loca questibus implent\ncum populo patribus ferturque per agmina murmur.\nquod genus hoc hominum, quaeue hunc tam barbara morem\npermittit patria? I poenas cum sanguine poscunt\nundique collecti I et magno clamore secuntur\ninsontem, | saeuitque animis ignobile uulgus.\nSol medium caeli conscenderat igneus orbem,\ncum subito I acciri omnes, populusque patresque,\nexposcunt farique iubent, I quo sanguine cretus\nquidue petat quidue ipse ferat. I praeclara tuentis\nfacta uiri mixtus dolor et I stupor urguet inertis —\nnescia mens hominum —, I certantque inludere capto.","t":"He gives grain into their hands and sweet water from the springs, and filled the bowl with wine, and teaches the rites of the sacred things, and mingles prayers, and speaks thus: \"Hear, O chiefs,\" he says, \"and learn your hopes. None of this number will go away from me ungifted, and by the promises of the Father,\" he says, \"your gifts remain sure for you, boys, and no one moves the palm from its order. And as soon as tomorrow's light returns to the earth, there will be one only against me and the destruction of my own, while he offers himself as the go-between for peace, from our own body. And now the day, unless I am mistaken, is here. Put away your cares. This labor will be mine, nor does my resolve deceive me: one head will be given for many.\" Having spoken thus, he fell silent and gave late rest through his limbs. Meanwhile Dawn, rising, left the Ocean. And now the priests far and wide fill the places with laments, with the people and the fathers, and a murmur runs through the ranks: \"What race of men is this, or what country so barbarous permits this custom?\" Gathered from everywhere, they demand punishment with blood and follow with great shouting the innocent one, and the base crowd rages in spirit. The fiery sun had climbed the middle circle of the sky when suddenly all, people and fathers, are summoned: they demand and order him to speak, of what blood he is born, or what he seeks, or what he himself brings. Grief and astonishment mixed press on the inert men as they look on the glorious deeds of the man (the mind of men knows not), and they vie in mocking the captive.","f":"Proba, <i>Cento</i> 1.586 (CSEL 16.1:604lines 586–612–605; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/proba-cento/1-586)."},"proba-cento/1.613":{"o":"tum uero I raptis concurrunt undique telis.\ntollitur in caelum clamor I cunctique repente\ncorripuere sacram effigiem manibusque cruentis\ningentem quercum decisis undique ramis\nconstituunt I spirisque ligant ingentibus ipsum,\ntendebantque manus I pedibus per mutua nexis —\ntriste ministerium —, I sequitur quos cetera pubes,\nausi omnes inmane nefas ausoque potiti.\nille autem inpauidus I 'quo uincula nectitis?' inquit.\n'tantane uos generis tenuit fiducia uestri?\npost mihi non simili poena commissa luetis.'\ntalia perstabat memorans fixusque manebat.\nInterea magno misceri murmure caelum\nincipit I et rebus nox abstulit atra colorem\nimpiaque aeternam timuerunt saecula noctem.\nterra tremit, fugere ferae et mortalia corda\nper gentes humilis strauit pauor: I inde repente\ndat tellus gemitum et I caelum tonat omne fragore.\nextemplo | commotae Erebi de sedibus imis\numbrae ibant tenues. I tellus quoque et aequora ponti\nsigna dabant: I sistunt amnes terraeque dehiscunt.\nquin ipsae stupuere domus atque intima Leti\nTartara I et umbrosae penitus patuere cauernae.\nsol quoque et exoriens I — cuncti se scire fatentur —\ntum caput obscura nitidum ferrugine texit.","t":"Then indeed they run together from everywhere with seized weapons. A shout rises to the sky, and all at once they seized the sacred image with bloody hands, and set up a huge oak with its branches cut off all round, and bind him with huge coils, and were stretching out his hands, the feet bound to each other (a sad ministry), and the rest of the youth follows them, all having dared a monstrous crime and achieved what they dared. But he, undaunted, says: \"Why do you tie bonds? Has such confidence in your race held you? Later you will pay me with no like punishment for what you have committed.\" Saying such things he persisted and remained fixed. Meanwhile the sky begins to be stirred with a great roar, and black night took color from things, and the impious ages feared eternal night. The earth trembles, the wild beasts fled, and lowly dread laid mortal hearts low throughout the nations: then at once the earth gives a groan and the whole sky thunders with crashing. At once the thin shades, roused from the lowest seats of Erebus, went forth. The earth too and the waters of the sea gave signs: rivers stand still and the earth gapes open. Even the very houses and the inmost Tartarus of Death were stunned, and the shadowy caverns opened deep within. The sun too, both rising (all confess they know it), then covered his shining head with dark rust.","f":"Proba, <i>Cento</i> 1.613 (CSEL 16.1:605lines 613–637–606; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/proba-cento/1-613)."},"proba-cento/1.638":{"o":"Diffugiunt comites et nocte teguntur opaca\nmultaque dura suo tristi cum corde I uolutant.\nquid faciant? I haerent infixi pectore uultus\nuerbaque, nec placidam membris dat cura quietem.\ntum senior tales referebat pectore uoces\nmulta putans: I ubi nunc nobis deus ille magister?\nquem sequimur? quoue ire iubes, ubi ponere sedes?\no dolor atque decus, I tantarum gloria rerum!\niam iam nulla mora est: et nos rape in omnia tecum —\noramus — I teque aspectu ne subtrahe nostro.\nHos inter motus I media inter talia uerba\ntertia lux gelidam caelo dimouerat umbram:\niamque pedem referens I superas ueniebat ad auras,\ncum subito ante oculos I ingenti mole sepulchrum,\ncorpus ubi exanime positum, I — nec claustra nec ipsi\ncustodes sufferre ualent — I auulsaque saxis\nsaxa uident, | laxis laterum conpagibus artis.\nfit sonus: ingenti concussa est pondere tellus.\nhorror ubique animo, simul ipsa silentia terrent.\nEcce autem primi I uolucrum sub culmine cantus:\ningreditur linquens antrum, I spoliisque superbus\nibat ouans, | pulsuque pedum tremit excita tellus,\nuulneraque illa gerens I foribus sese intulit altis.\natque hic ingentem comitum adfluxisse nouorum\ninuenit admirans numerum I cunctisque repente\ninprouisus ait: 'coram, quem quaeritis, adsum.","t":"The companions scatter and are covered in dark night, and turn over many hard things in their sad hearts. What are they to do? His face and words cling fixed in their breast, nor does care give peaceful rest to their limbs. Then the elder brought forth such words from his breast, pondering much: \"Where now is that God, our master? Whom do we follow? Where do you bid us go, where set our home? O grief and glory, glory of such great things! Now, now there is no delay: take us too with you into all things (we pray), and do not withdraw yourself from our sight.\" Amid these upheavals, in the middle of such words, the third light had moved the chill shadow from the sky: and now, retracing his step, he was coming to the upper air, when suddenly before their eyes the tomb of huge mass, where the lifeless body was laid (neither the bolts nor the guards themselves can withstand it), and they see rocks torn from rocks, with the tight joints of the sides loosened. A sound is made: the earth was shaken by a huge weight. Horror everywhere in the mind, and the very silences terrify. Behold, the first songs of the birds beneath the roof: he comes forth leaving the cave, and proud with spoils went exulting, and the earth trembles, roused by the beat of feet, and, bearing those wounds, he went in at the high doors. And here he finds with wonder that a great number of new companions has flowed together, and unexpected says to all at once: \"Here I am before you, the one you seek.","f":"Proba, <i>Cento</i> 1.638 (CSEL 16.1:606lines 638–663–607; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/proba-cento/1-638)."},"proba-cento/1.664":{"o":"uicit iter durum pietas I et uiuida uirtus.\npraecipites uigilate, uiri; I timor omnis abesto.\nhi nostri reditus expectatique triumphi,\nhaec mea magna fides. I o terque quaterque beati,\nquae uobis, quae digna, uiri, pro laudibus istis\npraemia posse rear solui, I quae dona parari?\naccipite ergo animis: I quae uos a stirpe parentum\nprima tulit tellus, eadem uos ubere laeto\naccipiet. I reuocate animum maestumque timorem\nmittite I et uosmet rebus seruate secundis.\nquod super est, laeti bene gestis ordine rebus\npacem orate manu, I pacem laudate sedentes\nmagnanimi; I pacis solum inuiolabile pignus.'\net simul his dictis faciem ostendebat et I ora,\nora manusque ambas populataque I pectora ferro:\nimmiscentque manus manibus I gaudentque tuentes.\nnec uidisse semel satis est: iuuat usque morari\net conferre gradum I et dextrae coniungere dextram.\nHis demum exactis I spirantes dimouet auras:\naera per tenerum I caeloque inuectus aperto\nmortales uisus medio in sermone reliquit:\natque illum I solio stellantis regia caeli\naccipit I aeternumque tenet per saecula nomen.\nex illo celebratus honos, laetique minores\nseruauere diem I tot iam labentibus annis.\nI decus, i, nostrum, I tantarum gloria rerum,\net nos et tua dexter adi pede sacra secundo\nannua, quae differre nefas. celebrate fauentes\nhunc, socii, morem sacrorum: hunc ipse teneto,\no dulcis coniunx, I et si pietate meremur,\nhac casti maneant in religione nepotes.","t":"Devotion has conquered the hard road, and living courage. Be wakeful at once, men; let all fear be gone. This is my return and long-awaited triumph, this my great faithfulness. O three and four times blessed, what rewards, what worthy ones, men, may I think can be paid for these praises, what gifts prepared? Receive this, then, in your minds: the same earth that first bore you from the stock of your parents will receive you in her glad bosom. Recall your courage and put away sad fear, and keep yourselves for prosperous things. For the rest, glad at things well done in order, pray for peace with your hand, praise peace as you sit, great-hearted ones: of peace the only inviolable pledge.\" And at the same time with these words he showed his face and mouth, his mouth and both hands, and his breast wasted by the iron: and they mingle hands with hands and rejoice as they gaze. Nor is it enough to have seen him once; it pleases them to linger always and walk beside him and join right hand to right hand. These things at last completed, he parts the breathing air: borne through the tender air into the open sky, he left mortal sight in the middle of his speech, and the royal palace of the starry heaven receives him on its throne, and holds his name for ever through the ages. From then his honor has been celebrated, and the glad descendants have kept the day through so many gliding years. Go, our glory, go, glory of things so great, and come propitious with favoring foot to us and your yearly rites, which it is wrong to put off. Celebrate this custom of rites favorably, companions; keep it yourself, O sweet husband, and if we deserve it by piety, may our grandchildren remain chaste in this religion.","f":"Proba, <i>Cento</i> 1.664 (CSEL 16.1:607lines 664–694–609; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/proba-cento/1-664)."},"proba-cento/1.74":{"o":"atque haec ut certis possimus discere signis,\nuere tument terrae et genitalia semina poscunt\nac medio tostas aestu terit area fruges\net uarios ponit fetus autumnus et atra\nuenit hiemps: teritur Sicyonia baca trapetis:\natque in se sua per uestigia uoluitur annus.\ntempore iam ex illo I fecundis imbribus aether\nmagnus alit magno conmixtus corpore fetus.\net iam prima nouo spargebat lumine terras\nducebatque diem I stellis Aurora fugatis.\ntum durare solum et discludere Nerea ponto\nincipit I et rerum paulatim sumere formas,\net uariae pelagi | facies inmania cete\naequora uerrebant caudis aestumque secabant.\nnec non et I uasti circum gens umida ponti .\niam sole infuso, iam rebus luce retectis\nexultans rorem late dispergit amarum.\npostera iamque dies primo surgebat eoo.\nfundit humus flores I et frondes explicat omnes\nsanguineisque inculta rubent auiaria bacis,\nnon rastris, hominum non ulli obnoxia curae.\ntertia lux gelidam caelo dimouerat umbram.\nauia tum resonant auibus uirgulta canoris\net liquidas corui presso dant gutture uoces\nnec gemere aeria cessauit turtur ab ulmo.","t":"And so that we might learn these things by sure signs, in spring the lands swell and ask for life-giving seeds, and in the middle of the scorching heat the threshing floor threshes the parched grain, and autumn lays down its varied fruits, and black winter comes: the Sicyonian olive is crushed in the presses, and the year rolls back on itself along its own tracks. From that time on the mighty upper air, mingled with her mighty body, nourishes all offspring with fruitful showers. And now Dawn was first sprinkling the lands with new light and leading in the day, the stars put to flight. Then the ground begins to harden and to shut Nereus away in the sea, and little by little to take on the forms of things; and the huge whales of the varied faces of the sea swept the waters with their tails and cut the swell. And the moist race of the vast sea round about, with the sun now poured in, now with things uncovered by light, leaping, scatters the bitter spray far and wide. And now the next day was rising with the first dawn. The ground pours out flowers and unfolds all leaves, and the untilled bird-haunts are red with blood-red berries, not under rakes, not subject to any care of men. The third light had moved the chill shadow from the sky; then the pathless thickets resound with tuneful birds, and the ravens give clear calls from a pressed throat, nor did the turtledove cease to moan from the lofty elm.","f":"Proba, <i>Cento</i> 1.74 (CSEL 16.1:573lines 74–98–574; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/proba-cento/1-74)."},"proba-cento/1.99":{"o":"quarto terra die I uariarum monstra ferarum\nomnigenumque I pecus nullo custode per herbam\neducit siluis subito I mirabile uisu.\ntum demum mouet arma leo, I tum pessima tigris\nsquamosusque draco et fulua ceruice leaena\nsaeuire ac formae magnorum ululare luporum.\ncetera pascuntur uirides armenta per herbas,\nnec gregibus liquidi fontes nec gramina desunt.\niamque dies alterque dies processit, et omne\nhoc uirtutis opus I diuinae mentis et haustus\nprospiciens genitor I perfectis ordine rebus\nexpleri mentem nequit ardescitque tuendo\nterrasque tractusque maris caelumque profundum,\nalituum pecudumque genus, I secumque uolutat,\nqui mare, qui terras omni dicione tenerent,\nneu segnes iaceant terrae. I iuuat usque morari.\ntalia uersanti subito sententia sedit,\nfelicemque trahit limum I fingitque premendo\npingue solum primis extemplo a mensibus anni.\niamque inprouiso I tantae pietatis imago\nprocedit noua forma uiri I pulcherrima primum,\nos umerosque deo similis, I cui mentem animumque I\nmaior agit deus atque opera ad maiora remittit.\nquaeritur huic alius; nec quisquam ex agmine tanto\naudet adire uirum I sociusque in regna uocari.","t":"On the fourth day the earth suddenly brings forth from the woods the monsters of various wild beasts, and cattle of every kind with no keeper through the grass, a marvel to see. Then at last the lion takes up his arms, then the most dangerous tiger, the scaly serpent and the tawny-necked lioness began to rage, and the shapes of great wolves to howl. The other herds graze through the green grasses, and the flocks lack neither clear springs nor grass. And now one day and another day had passed, and the Father, looking forth on all this work of power, the draughts of a divine mind, with things completed in order, cannot satisfy his mind and burns as he gazes on the lands and the stretches of sea and the deep sky, the race of birds and beasts, and turns over within himself who should hold the sea, who the lands, under full dominion, and lest the lands lie idle. It is pleasant to linger always. As he pondered such things, a resolve suddenly settled: he takes up fertile clay and shapes it by pressing, the rich soil, at once in the first months of the year. And now, unexpectedly, an image of such great piety goes forth, a new form of man, most beautiful, first, like God in face and shoulders, whose mind and spirit a greater god drives and sends on to greater works. Another is sought for him; nor does anyone out of so great a throng dare to approach the man and be called his companion in the kingdom.","f":"Proba, <i>Cento</i> 1.99 (CSEL 16.1:575lines 99–123–576; trans. Sophia Scriptura, https://sophiascriptura.com/p/proba-cento/1-99)."}}