Georg. 3.242Omne adeō genus in terrīs hominumque ferārumque,
et genus aequoreum, pecudēs pictaeque volucrēs,
in furiās.Indeed every race on earth, of men and wild beasts, and the race of the sea, cattle and painted birds, into frenzy Georg. 3.244ignemque ruunt.and fire they rush. Georg. 3.244Amor omnibus īdem.Love is the same for all. Georg. 3.245Tempore nōn aliō catulōrum oblīta leaena
saevior errāvit campīs, nec fūnera volgō
tam multa īnfōrmēs ursī strāgemque dedēre
per silvās;At no other time does the lioness, forgetful of her cubs, roam the plains more savagely, nor do shapeless bears deal death and slaughter so widely through the woods; Georg. 3.248tum saevus aper, tum pessima tigris;then the boar is savage, then the tigress at her worst; Georg. 3.249heu male tum Libyae sōlīs errātur in agrīs.alas, it is ill wandering then in the lonely fields of Libya. Georg. 3.250Nōnne vidēs, ut tōta tremor pertemptet equōrum
corpora, sī tantum notās odor attulit aurās?Do you not see how a trembling runs through the whole body of horses, if the scent merely brings them the familiar breezes? Georg. 3.252Ac neque eōs iam frēna virum neque verbera saeva
nōn scopulī rūpēsque cavae atque obiecta retardant
flūmina correptōsque undā torquentia montīs.And then neither the reins of men nor cruel lashes, nor cliffs and hollow rocks, nor rivers in the way that whirl along mountains torn away by their flood, can hold them back.
Georg. 3.255Ipse ruit dentēsque Sabellicus exacuit sūs
et pede prōsubigit terram, fricat arbore costās
atque hinc atque illinc umerōs ad volnera dūrat.The Sabellian boar himself rushes on and whets his tusks, paws up the earth with his foot, rubs his sides against a tree, and on this side and that hardens his shoulders against wounds. Georg. 3.258Quid iuvenis, magnum cui versat in ossibus ignem
dūrus amor?What of the youth in whose bones harsh love stirs a mighty fire? Georg. 3.259Nempe abruptīs turbāta procellīs
260nocte natat caecā sērus freta;Late in the blind night he swims the straits troubled by bursting storms; Georg. 3.260quem super ingēns
porta tonat caelī et scopulīs inlīsa reclāmant
aequora;above him the vast gate of heaven thunders, and the seas dashed on the rocks cry out against him; Georg. 3.262nec miserī possunt revocāre parentēs
nec moritūra super crūdēlī fūnere virgō.neither can his wretched parents call him back, nor the maiden who will die upon his cruel death. Georg. 3.264Quid lyncēs Bacchī variae et genus ācre lupōrum
265atque canum?What of the spotted lynxes of Bacchus, and the fierce race of wolves and of dogs?
Georg. 3.265Quid, quae imbellēs dant proelia cervī?What of the battles that unwarlike stags wage? Georg. 3.266Scīlicet ante omnīs furor est īnsignis equārum;Above all others, surely, the madness of mares is remarkable; Georg. 3.267et mentem Venus ipsa dedit, quō tempore Glaucī
Potniades mālīs membra absūmpsēre quadrīgae.and Venus herself gave them that spirit, at the time when the Potnian team of four devoured the limbs of Glaucus with their jaws. Georg. 3.269Illās dūcit amor trāns Gargara trānsque sonantem
270Ascanium;Love leads them over Gargarus and over the roaring Ascanius; Georg. 3.270superant montīs et flūmina trānant.they climb mountains and swim across rivers. Georg. 3.271Continuōque avidīs ubi subdita flamma medullīs,
vērē magis, quia vērē calor redit ossibus: illae
ōre omnēs versae in Zephyrum stant rūpibus altīs,
exceptantque levīs aurās et saepe sine ūllīs
275coniugiīs ventō gravidae, mīrābile dictū,
saxa per et scopulōs et dēpressās convallīs
diffugiunt, nōn, Eure, tuōs, neque sōlis ad ortūs,
in Boreān caurumque, aut unde nigerrimus auster
nāscitur et pluviō contrīstat frīgore caelum.And as soon as the flame has crept into their eager marrow — more in spring, because in spring heat returns to their bones — they all stand on high rocks with their faces turned to the west wind, and catch the light breezes, and often without any mating, made pregnant by the wind, wonderful to tell, they scatter over rocks and crags and low valleys, not towards your rising, East wind, nor the sun's, but to Boreas and the north-west wind, or where the blackest south wind is born and saddens the sky with rainy cold.
Georg. 3.280Hīc dēmum, hippomanes vērō quod nōmine dīcunt
pāstōrēs, lentum dēstillat ab inguine vīrus,
hippomanes, quod saepe malae lēgēre novercae
miscuēruntque herbās et nōn innoxia verba.Here at last the sticky slime which shepherds call by its true name, hippomanes, drips from their groin, hippomanes, which cruel stepmothers have often gathered, and mixed with herbs and not harmless spells.