I. mille sub uberibus balantes pascimus agnas, totque Tarentinae praestant mihi vellera matres; per totum niveus premitur mihi caseus annum: si venias, Crocale, totus tibi serviet hornus.
I. A thousand lambs I feed which bleat beneath their mothers teats; as many Tarentine ewes yield me their fleeces. Throughout the year I press the snow-white cheese: if you come, Crocale, the whole produce of this year will be at your command.
final_alignments\Calpernius_Siculus_Bucolics.json