verum ubi candentes suscepit terra pruinas arvaque sub rigido delituere gelu, pigra nimis tantos non aequans corpore nimbos in laribus propriis umida grana legit.
But when earth assumed its white robe of hoar frost and fields lay hid beneath unyielding ice, then, quite idle and unfit bodily to face the rain-storms, she picked out the moistened grain in her own abode.
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