C. Nondum solis equos declinis mitigat aestas, quamvis et madidis incumbant prela racemis et spument rauco ferventia musta susurro.
C. Not yet doth the waning summer tame the suns horses, although the wine-presses are squeezing the juicy clusters and a hoarse whisper comes from the foaming must as it ferments.
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