mille modis miseros mors rapit una homines
... pax abiit terris, ultima quaeque vides.[1349]
What is the good of the winding, gushing river, the woods which outlive the ages, the flowery meads which the season renews?
Ista manent, nostri sed non mansere parentes;
exigui vitam temporis hospes ago.[1350]
‘Respice’, says Orientius, referring to the same invasions,
Respice quam raptim totum mors presserit orbem,
quantos vis belli perculerit populos,
non densi nemoris, celsi non aspera montis
flumina non rapidis fortia gurgitibus,