Despectus tibi sum nec, qui sim, quaeris, Alexi, quam dives pecoris, nivei quam lactis abundans: mille meae Siculis errant in montibus agnae; lac mihi non aestate novum, non frigore defit.
You scorn me, Alexis, and ask not what I am'how rich in cattle, how wealthy in snow-white milk! A thousand lambs of mine roam over the Sicilian hills; new milk fails me not, summer or winter.
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