There is no other light, no other shade; this very sun, this moon, these very stars, this very order and disposition of things, is the same your ancestors enjoyed, and that shall also entertain your posterity: "'Non alium videre patres, aliumve nepotes Aspicient.' ["Your grandsires saw no other thing; nor will your posterity." -- Manilius, i.

529.] "And, come the worst that can come, the distribution and variety of all the acts of my comedy are performed in a year.

If you have observed the revolution of my four seasons, they comprehend the infancy, the youth, the virility, and the old age of the world: the year has played his part, and knows no other art but to begin again; it will always be the same thing: "'Versamur ibidem, atque insumus usque.' ["We are turning in the same circle, ever therein confined." -- Lucretius, iii.

1093.] "'Atque in se sua per vestigia volvitur annus.' ["The year is ever turning around in the same footsteps." -- Virgil, Georg., ii.

402.] "I am not prepared to create for you any new recreations: "'Nam tibi prxterea quod machiner, inveniamque Quod placeat, nihil est; eadem sunt omnia semper.' ["I can devise, nor find anything else to please you: 'tis the same thing over and over again."-- Lucretius iii.