Urvi festus erat (dixere Parilia patres), hic primus coepit moenibus esse dies, annua pastorum convivia, lusus in urbe, cum pagana madent fercula divitiis, cumque super raros faeni flammantis acervos traicit immundos ebria turba pedes.
It was the festival of the Ploughtail (the Fathers named it Pales Day): it was the birthday of Romes walls, the yearly banquet of the shepherds, a time of urban revelry, when village dishes flow rich with plenty and over the scattered heaps of burning hay the tipsy crowd kicks high its grimy feet.
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