Dic, Gallicanae flos iuventutis, quousque tandem ruralium operum negotiosus urbana fastidis? quamdiu attritas tesserarum quondam iactibus manus contra ius fasque sibi vindicant instrumenta cerealia? quousque tua te Taionnacus patriciae stirpis lassabit agricolam?
Tell me, you brightest flower of our Gallo-Roman youth, how long, pray, are you going to busy yourself with rustic activities and disdain those of the town? How long will agricultural implements, in defiance of all law sacred and profane, claim for themselves those hands which once were worn with the casting of dice? How long is your estate of Taionnacus going to exhaust you, a farmer of patrician stock?
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