iam modo iam possim contentus vivere parvo nec semper longae deditus esse viae, sed Canis aestivos ortus vitare sub umbra arboris ad rivos praetereuntis aquae.
If only now at long last I can live contented with my little, and no more be ever vowed to distant marchings; but when the Dog-star rises, to escape its heat beneath some trees shade with a rill of water fleeting past,
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