quae tenuem exhalat nebulam fumosque volucres et bibit umorem et, cum vult, ex se ipsa remittit, quaeque suo semper viridi se gramine vestit, nec scabie et salsa laedit robigine ferrum, illa tibi laetis intexet vitibus ulmos, illa ferax oleae est, illam experiere colendo et facilem pecori et patientem vomeris unci.
But if a soil exhales thin mists and curling vapours, if it drinks in moisture and throws it off again at will, if it always clothes itself in the verdure of its own grass, and harms not the steel with scurf and salt rust, that is the one to wreathe your elms in joyous vines, the one to be rich in oil of olive, the one you will find, as you till, to be indulgent to cattle and submissive to the crooked share.
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