A. ille meis pacem dat montibus: ecce per illum, seu cantare iuvat seu ter pede lenta ferire gramina, nullus obest: licet et cantare choreis et cantus viridante licet mihi condere libro, turbida nec calamos iam surdant classica nostros.
A. He it is who bestows peace on my hills. See, it is through him that no one prevents me, if tis my pleasure to sing or to tread the sluggish grass in triple measure. In choral dance too may I sing, and I may preserve my songs on the green bark; and no more do boisterous trumpets drown our reed-pipes note.
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