laurus ubi bona signa dedit, gaudete coloni; distendet spicis horrea plena Ceres, oblitus et musto feriet pede rusticus uvas, dolia dum magni deficiantque lacus; ac madidus baccho sua festa Palilia pastor concinet: a stabulis tunc procul este, lupi.
When the bay has given propitious sign, rejoice, ye farmers: Ceres will fill with ears your straining barns. And smeared with must the countryman will stamp above the grapes till the great tanks and butts can hold no more. And drenched in wine the shepherd will chaunt the feast of Pales, the shepherds holiday. Ye wolves, be ye then far from the fold.
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