quod nisi et adsiduis herbam insectabere rastris et sonitu terrebis aves et ruris opaci falce premes umbras votisque vocaveris imbrem, heu magnum alterius frustra spectabis acervum concussaque famem in silvis solabere quercu.
Therefore, unless your hoe is ever ready to assail the weeds, your voice to terrify the birds, your knife to check the shade over the darkened land, and your prayers to invoke the rain, in vain, poor man, you will gaze on your neighbours large store of grain, and you will be shaking oaks in the woods to assuage your hunger.
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