And as five zones th’ aetherial regions bind,Five, correspondent, are to Earth assign’d:The sun with rays, directly darting down,Fires all beneath, and fries the middle zone:The two beneath the distant poles, complainOf endless winter, and perpetual rain. Betwixt th’ extreams, two happier climates holdThe temper that partakes of hot, and cold.
Ovid via John Dryden*
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