Hic quondam piger axe vectus uno nutabat cruce pendula viator sorbebatque rotas maligna tellus et plebs in mediis Latina campis horrebat mala navigationis; nec cursus agiles, sed impeditum tardabant iter orbitae tenaces, dum pondus nimium querens sub alta repit languida quadrupes statera.
Here once the tardy traveler borne on a single axle would sway on a pendulous pole as the malignant earth sucked in his wheels, and the Latian folk feared the woes of navigation in the midst of the plain. No nimble runs; sticky ruts slowed the hampered journey, while the fainting beasts crawled beneath their high yoke, grumbling at too heavy a load.
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