sin, has ne possim naturae accedere pratis, frigidus obstiterit circum praecordia sanguis, rura mihi et rigui placeant in vallibus amnes, flumina amem silvasque inglorius.
But if the chill blood about my heart bar me from reaching those realms of nature, let my delight be the country, and the running streams amid the dells'may I love the waters and the woods, though I be unknown to fame.
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