et iuvat undantem buxo spectare Cytorum Naryciaeque picis lucos, iuvat arva videre non rastris, hominum non ulli obnoxia curae.
And what joy it is to gaze on Cytorus waving with boxwood, and on groves of Narycian pitch! What joy to view fields that owe no debt to the harrow, none to the care of man!
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