Spot on, Nick.
And thanks for giving something to do this morning:
First there stood a golden age, which of its own accord maintained loyalty and justice without laws or a protector.
After Saturn was cast into the darkness of Hell, the world was under Jupiter’s command, and there lived a race of silver, lesser than gold, but more precious than fulvous bronze.
Succeeding this was a third race of bronze, of a more savage nature and more eager for bloody wars, though not without honor. Down from this came a final age of cold hard iron. Henceforth every form of evil has burst into an age of lesser purity: all sense of modesty, truth and loyalty fled away;
There will never come upon these lands a more cheerful atmosphere, when the giants challenged the gods’ dominion and stacked heaps of mountains toward the lofty stars. Then the omnipotent Father struck Olympus with a thunderbolt and crushed Pelion buried beneath the mass of Ossa below it, then their brawny bodies fell beneath all that, and they said that he drowned them in boiling blood yet never let them die, and, so that no monuments of their race should remain, he turned them into human form. But their offspring became scornful of the gods, violent and eager for savagery and slaughter: learn to recognize those born of this blood.
And thanks for giving something to do this morning:
Good please translate
Secrets of the Moon - Metamorphoses
Aurea prima sata est aetas, quae vindice nullo
Sponte sua, sine lege fidem rectumque colebat.
Postquam Saturna tenebrosa in Tartara misso
Sub love mundus erat, sublit argentea proles,
Auro deterior, fulvo pretiosior aere.
Tertia past illam succesit aena proles,
Saevior ingenlis et ad horrida promptior arma,
Non scelerata tamen. De duro est ultima ferro.
Protinus inrupit venae peioris in aevum
Omne nefas: fugere pudor verumque fidesque;
Neve foret terries securior arduus aether,
Adfectasse renum caeleste gigantas
Altaque congestos struxisse ad sidera montes.
Tùm pater omnipotens misso perfregit Olympum
Fulmine et excussit subiectae Pelion Ossae
Obruta mole sua cum corpora dira iacerent,
Inmaduisse ferunt calidumque animasse cruorem,
Et, ne nulla suae stirpis monimenta manerent,
In faciem vertisse hominum. Sed et illa propago
Contemptrix superum saevaeque avidissima caedis
Et violenta fuit: scires e sanguine natos.
First there stood a golden age, which of its own accord maintained loyalty and justice without laws or a protector.
After Saturn was cast into the darkness of Hell, the world was under Jupiter’s command, and there lived a race of silver, lesser than gold, but more precious than fulvous bronze.
Succeeding this was a third race of bronze, of a more savage nature and more eager for bloody wars, though not without honor. Down from this came a final age of cold hard iron. Henceforth every form of evil has burst into an age of lesser purity: all sense of modesty, truth and loyalty fled away;
There will never come upon these lands a more cheerful atmosphere, when the giants challenged the gods’ dominion and stacked heaps of mountains toward the lofty stars. Then the omnipotent Father struck Olympus with a thunderbolt and crushed Pelion buried beneath the mass of Ossa below it, then their brawny bodies fell beneath all that, and they said that he drowned them in boiling blood yet never let them die, and, so that no monuments of their race should remain, he turned them into human form. But their offspring became scornful of the gods, violent and eager for savagery and slaughter: learn to recognize those born of this blood.