hic choreae cantusque vigent, passimque vagantes dulce sonant tenui gutture carmen aves; fert casiam non culta seges, totosque per agros floret odoratis terra benigna rosis; ac iuvenum series teneris immixta puellis ludit, et adsidue proelia miscet Amor.
There never flags the dance and song. The birds fly here and there, fluting sweet carols from their slender throats. Untilled the field bears cassia, and through all the land with scented roses blooms the kindly earth. Troops of young men meet in sport with gentle maidens, and Love never lets his warfare cease.
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