sive in finitimo gemuit stans noctua tigno, seu voluit tangi parca lucerna mero, illa dies hornis caedem denuntiat agnis, succinctique calent ad nova lucra popae.
If, perched on a neighbours roofbeam, an owl has hooted, or a sputtering lamp has signalled its need for some drops of wine, that day passes sentence of death on this years lambs, and aproned acolytes bustle to win fresh profits.
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