I will only farther instance in Baptista Mantuan: Pygmæi breve vulgus, iners Plelecula, quando Convenere Grues longis in prælia rostris, Sublato clamore fremunt, dumque agmine magno Hostibus occurrit, tellus tremit Indica, clamant Littora, arenarum nimbis absconditur aër; Omnis & involvit Pulvis solemque, Polumque, Et Genus hoc Hominum naturâ imbelle, quietum, Mite, facit Mavors pugnax, immane Cruentum.
These worlds are all here, that is, in ideas. You will find in one world a very happy and noble Sextus, in another a Sextus content with a mediocre state, a Sextus, indeed, of every kind and endless diversity of forms. Thereupon the Goddess led Theodorus into one of the halls of the palace: when he was within, it was no longer a hall, it was a world, Solemque suum, sua sidera norat.
Yet it is harder than common, Horace, for us to think of you, still glad somewhere, among rivers like Liris and plains and vine-clad hills, that Solemque suum, sua sidera borunt. It is hard, for you looked for no such thing. Omnes una manet nox Et calcanda semel via leti. You could not tell Maecenas that you would meet him again; you could only promise to tread the dark path with him.