Flower-laden, nor of summer with her fruits;
But without counsel fared their whole life long,
Until I showed the risings of the stars,
And settings hard to recognise.[[165]] And I
Found Number for them, chief device of all,
[*]Groupings of letters, Memory's handmaid that,
And mother of the Muses.[[166]] And I first
Bound in the yoke wild steeds, submissive made
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Or to the collar or men's limbs, that so