non tibi digna, puer, generis cunabula tanti gramineos dedit herba toros et vimine querno texta domus; clausa arbutei sub cortice libri membra tepent, suadetque leves cava fistula somnos, et pecori commune solum.
The grass gave the boy his bed, cradle unworthy of his high birth, and his house was woven of oaken withies. His limbs were snug in a wrapping of arbutus bark, a hollow pipe lulls him to light slumbers, he shares the ground with the sheep.
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