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28 Saturday, 10 February 1753

Caelo supinas si tuleris manus
Nascente Lunâ, rustica Phidyle;
Nec pestilentem sentiet Africum
Faecunda vitis —
Hor. [Od. III xxiii 1 2, 5 6]

If rustic Phidyle her prayer renews,
Her artless prayer, when sacred hours return,
Her vines shall droop beneath no blighting dews,
Nor southern storms her yellow harvests burn.
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