sin duram metues hiemem parcesque futuro contusosque animos et res miserabere fractas, at suffire thymo cerasque recidere inanis quis dubitet?
But if you fear a rigorous winter, and would be lenient with their future, and have pity for their crushed spirits and broken fortunes'yet who would hesitate to fumigate them with thyme, and cut away the empty waxen cells?
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