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Omne adeo genus in terris hominumque ferarumque Thus every Creature , and of every Kind , The secret Joys of sweet Coition find : Not only Man's Imperial Race ; . . . Nay, every race on earth of men, and beasts, et genus aequoreum, pecudes pictaeque volucres, . . . but they That wing the liquid Air ; or swim the Sea , Or haunt the Desart , . . . And ocean-folk, and flocks, and painted birds, in furias ignem que ruunt: amor omnibus idem. ... . . . rush into the flame : For Love is Lord of all ; and is in all the same . Rush to the raging fire: love sways them all. Sed fugit interea, fugit inreparabile tempus, But time is lost , which never will renew , Fast flies meanwhile the irreparable hour, singula dum capti circumvectamur amore. While we too far the pleasing Path pursue ; Surveying Nature , with too nice a view . As point to point our charmed round we trace.Omne adeo genus in terris hominumque ferarumque Thus every Creature , and of every Kind , The secret Joys of sweet Coition find : Not only Man's Imperial Race ; . . . Nay, every race on earth of men, and beasts, et genus aequoreum, pecudes pictaeque volucres, . . . but they That wing the liquid Air ; or swim the Sea , Or haunt the Desart , . . . And ocean-folk, and flocks, and painted birds, in furias ignem que ruunt: amor omnibus idem. ... . . . rush into the flame : For Love is Lord of all ; and is in all the same . Rush to the raging fire: love sways them all. Sed fugit interea, fugit inreparabile tempus, But time is lost , which never will renew , Fast flies meanwhile the irreparable hour, singula dum capti circumvectamur amore. While we too far the pleasing Path pursue ; Surveying Nature , with too nice a view . As point to point our charmed round we trace.
 
Omne adeo genus in terris hominumque ferarumque Thus every Creature , and of every Kind , The secret Joys of sweet Coition find : Not only Man's Imperial Race ; . . . Nay, every race on earth of men, and beasts, et genus aequoreum, pecudes pictaeque volucres, . . . but they That wing the liquid Air ; or swim the Sea , Or haunt the Desart , . . . And ocean-folk, and flocks, and painted birds, in furias ignem que ruunt: amor omnibus idem. ... . . . rush into the flame : For Love is Lord of all ; and is in all the same . Rush to the raging fire: love sways them all. Sed fugit interea, fugit inreparabile tempus, But time is lost , which never will renew , Fast flies meanwhile the irreparable hour, singula dum capti circumvectamur amore. While we too far the pleasing Path pursue ; Surveying Nature , with too nice a view . As point to point our charmed round we trace.
 
Omne adeo genus in terris hominumque ferarumque Thus every Creature , and of every Kind , The secret Joys of sweet Coition find : Not only Man's Imperial Race ; . . . Nay, every race on earth of men, and beasts, et genus aequoreum, pecudes pictaeque volucres, . . . but they That wing the liquid Air ; or swim the Sea , Or haunt the Desart , . . . And ocean-folk, and flocks, and painted birds, in furias ignem que ruunt: amor omnibus idem. ... . . . rush into the flame : For Love is Lord of all ; and is in all the same . Rush to the raging fire: love sways them all. Sed fugit interea, fugit inreparabile tempus, But time is lost , which never will renew , Fast flies meanwhile the irreparable hour, singula dum capti circumvectamur amore. While we too far the pleasing Path pursue ; Surveying Nature , with too nice a view . As point to point our charmed round we trace.
 
BOX AM I
Omne adeo genus in terris hominumque ferarumque Thus every Creature , and of every Kind ,
The secret Joys of sweet Coition find :
Not only Man's Imperial Race ; . . . Nay, every race on earth of men, and beasts,
et genus aequoreum, pecudes pictaeque volucres, . . . but they
That wing the liquid Air ; or swim the Sea ,
Or haunt the Desart , . . . And ocean-folk, and flocks, and painted birds,
in furias ignem que ruunt: amor omnibus idem. ... . . . rush into the flame :
For Love is Lord of all ; and is in all the same . Rush to the raging fire: love sways them all.
Sed fugit interea, fugit inreparabile tempus, But time is lost , which never will renew , Fast flies meanwhile the irreparable hour,
singula dum capti circumvectamur amore. While we too far the pleasing Path pursue ;
Surveying Nature , with too nice a view . As point to point our charmed round we trace.
 
 
BOX AM I
Omne adeo genus in terris hominumque ferarumque Thus every Creature , and of every Kind ,
The secret Joys of sweet Coition find :
Not only Man's Imperial Race ; . . . Nay, every race on earth of men, and beasts,
et genus aequoreum, pecudes pictaeque volucres, . . . but they
That wing the liquid Air ; or swim the Sea ,
Or haunt the Desart , . . . And ocean-folk, and flocks, and painted birds,
in furias ignem que ruunt: amor omnibus idem. ... . . . rush into the flame :
For Love is Lord of all ; and is in all the same . Rush to the raging fire: love sways them all.
Sed fugit interea, fugit inreparabile tempus, But time is lost , which never will renew , Fast flies meanwhile the irreparable hour,
singula dum capti circumvectamur amore. While we too far the pleasing Path pursue ;
Surveying Nature , with too nice a view . As point to point our charmed round we trace.