Vere novo, gelidus canis cum montibus umor liquitur et Zephyro putris se glaeba resolvit, depresso incipiat iam tum mihi taurus aratro ingemere, et sulco attritus splendescere vomer.
In the dawning spring, when icy streams trickle from snowy mountains, and the crumbling clod breaks at the Zephyrs touch, even then would I have my bull groan over the deep-driven plough, and the share glisten when rubbed by the furrow.
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