"Parched by the heat is the skin. Seek then the shade beneath a crag, and bring wine of Byblos, bread that crackles, and goats that yield milk no more; beef of a heifer yet to calve, grazed in the wood, and the milk of kids; and drink above it ruddy wine, reclining in the shade, well sated with food, at your ease."
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