aurea sed forsan mendax tibi munera iactat, qui metere occidua ferales nocte lupinos dicitur et cocto pensare legumine panem: qui sibi tunc felix, tunc fortunatus habetur, vilia cum subigit manualibus hordea saxis.
But perhaps he may lyingly boast to you of golden gifts'he, who, they say, gathers the funeral lupines when night is far spent, and makes up for the lack of bread with a boiling of greens, who deems himself happy and blest by fate in the very hour when he grinds inferior barley with a mill his own hand works.
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