haec loca non tauri spirantes naribus ignem invertere satis immanis dentibus hydri, nec galeis densisque virum seges horruit hastis; sed gravidae fruges et Bacchi Massicus umor implevere; tenent oleae armentaque laeta.
Never was our country      ploughed by fire-snorting bulls for the sowing of the grisly dragons teeth; nor have its fields bristled with the helms and serried lances of warriors. But the land was filled with teeming crops and Bacchus Massic juice; it is the home of the olive, the home of fattened flocks.
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