Look, ploughs feather the ground as the ox-teams draw them home, And a declining sun enlarges the lengthening… — Virgil
Look, ploughs feather the ground as the ox-teams draw them home,
And a declining sun enlarges the lengthening shadows:
Yet love still scorches me—love has no lull, no limit.
Aspice, aratra iugo referunt suspensa iuvenci
et sol crescentis decedens duplicat umbras.
me tamen urit amor; quis enim modus adsit amori?
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