rabidi sic agmine multo sub noctem coiere lupi, quos omnibus agris nil non ausa fames longo tenuavit hiatu: iam stabula ipsa premunt, torquet spes irrita fauces balatusque tremens pinguesque ab ovilibus aurae;.
So a great pack of ravening wolves meet at nightfall, whose gaping jaws throughout the countryside all-venturing hunger has long starved; now they press on the very sheepfolds, hope denied tortures their gullets, and the quavering bleat and odours of fatness from the pens;
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