semper holus metimus, nec bruma nec impedit aestas: si venias, Crocale, totus tibi serviet hortus.
Ever am I plucking the green fruits of the earth'neither midwinter nor summer stays me. If you come, Crocale, the whole garden will be at your command.
final_alignments\Calpernius_Siculus_Bucolics.json