# Quote — Virgil, The Eclogues

> Look, ploughs feather the ground as the ox-teams draw them home,
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> And a declining sun enlarges the lengthening shadows:
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> Yet love still scorches me—love has no lull, no limit.

- Author: [Virgil](https://www.leafyquotes.com/virgil.md)
- Book: [The Eclogues](https://www.leafyquotes.com/virgil/the-eclogues.md)
- Original (la): Aspice, aratra iugo referunt suspensa iuvenci / et sol crescentis decedens duplicat umbras. / me tamen urit amor; quis enim modus adsit amori?
- Source: [Wikiquote](https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Eclogues) ([CC BY-SA 4.0](https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0/))
- Quote page: https://www.leafyquotes.com/virgil/the-eclogues/look-ploughs-feather

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> But I discern their flattery from their praise.

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> The mountain-tops unshorn, the rocks rejoice;
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> The lowly shrubs partake of human voice.

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> Shut off the springs now, lads; the meadows have drunk enough.

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