Haerentem luteo sub gurgite rusticus axem liquerat et nexos ad iuga tarda boves, frustra depositis confidens numina votis ferre suis rebus, cum resideret, opem.
A peasant had left his cart sticking in a muddy pool and his oxen fastened to a yoke that would not move. He trusted in vain that thanks to the vows he lodged the gods would assist his fortunes though he sat idle himself.
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