glans aluit veteres, et passim semper amarunt; quid nocuit sulcos non habuisse satos? tum, quibus aspirabat Amor, praebebat aperte mitis in umbrosa gaudia valle Venus.
Acorns were the food of the ancients, and they had love always wherever they were. What hurt to them if they had no furrows sown with seed? Then to those on whom Loves god breathed kindly did gentle Venus bring open pleasures in the shady vales.
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