te quoque clamosae quae iam plaga mitior Urbi subtrahit? aestivos quo decipis are soles? quid tuus ante omnes, tua cura potissima, Gallus, nec non noster amor, dubium morumne probandus ingeniine bonis? Latiis aestivat in oris, anne metalliferae repetit iam moenia Lunae Tyrrhenasque domos? quod si tibi proximus haeret, non ego nunc vestro procul a sermone recedo.
You too, what gentler clime now draws you from the clamorous city? With what air do you trick the suns of summer? What of your chief care, your favorite, Gallus, whom I too love (to be praised for gifts of character or mind, who shall say?)? Does he spend the season on Latiums coast or does he revisit the walls of quarried Luna and his Tyrrhene home? But if he stays close to you, I do not now go far from your talk,
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