ac iam olim seras posuit cum vinea frondes, frigidus et silvis Aquilo decussit honorem, iam tum acer curas venientem extendit in annum rusticus, et curvo Saturni dente relictam persequitur vitem attondens fingitque putando.
And already, whenever the vineyard has shed her autumn leafage, and the North Wind has shaken their glory from the woods'already then the keen farmer extends his care to the coming year, and pursues the vine he had left, lopping it with Saturns crooked knife and pruning it into shape.
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