ecce nihil querulum per te, Meliboee, sonamus; per te secura saturi recubamus in umbra et fruimur silvis Amaryllidos, ultima nuper litora terrarum, nisi tu, Meliboee, fuisses, ultima visuri trucibusque obnoxia Mauris pascua Geryonis, liquidis ubi cursibus ingens dicitur occiduas impellere Baetis harenas.
Lo! tis thanks to you, Meliboeus, that no complaint passes our lips: thanks to you we recline well-fed in care-free shade, and enjoy the woodland of Amaryllis.    b  But for thee, Meliboeus, we should of late have looked upon the furthest, yea, the furthest shores of earth, Geryons meadows exposed to the Moors fury, where mighty Baetis, they say, with flowing currents strikes upon the western sands.
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