Georg. 2.315Nec tibi tam prūdēns quisquam persuādeat auctor
tellūrem Boreā rigidam spīrante movēre.Let no adviser, however wise, persuade you to stir the earth stiff with frost when Boreas blows. Georg. 2.317Rūra gelū tum claudit hiems nec sēmine iactō
concrētam patitur rādīcem adfīgere terrae.Then winter locks the countryside with frost, and does not let the planted shoot fix its frozen root in the earth. Georg. 2.319Optima vīnētīs satiō, cum vērē rubentī
320candida venit avis longīs invīsa colubrīs,
prīma vel autumnī sub frīgora, cum rapidus Sōl
nōndum hiemem contingit equīs, iam praeterit aestās.Planting is best for vineyards when, in blushing spring, the white bird comes, hated by long snakes, or towards the first colds of autumn, when the swift Sun has not yet touched winter with his horses, and summer is now passing. Georg. 2.323Vēr adeō frondī nemorum, vēr ūtile silvīs;Spring, indeed, is good for the foliage of groves, spring for forests; Georg. 2.324vērē tument terrae et genitālia sēmina poscunt.in spring the lands swell and demand the life-giving seeds. Georg. 2.325Tum pater omnipotēns fēcundīs imbribus Aethēr
coniugis in gremium laetae dēscendit et omnīs
magnus alit magnō commixtus corpore fētūs.Then the almighty father Aether comes down in fruitful showers into the lap of his glad wife, and, mighty, mingled with her mighty body, nourishes all her offspring.
Georg. 2.328Āvia tum resonant avibus virgulta canōrīs
et Venerem certīs repetunt armenta diēbus;Then the pathless thickets ring with tuneful birds, and the herds seek love again on their appointed days; Georg. 2.330parturit almus ager Zephyrīque tepentibus aurīs
laxant arva sinūs;the bountiful field gives birth, and under the warm breezes of the west wind the fields loosen their bosoms; Georg. 2.331superat tener omnibus humor;tender moisture abounds in all things; Georg. 2.332inque novōs sōlēs audent sē germina tūtō
crēdere, nec metuit surgentīs pampinus austrōs
aut āctum caelō magnīs aquilōnibus imbrem,
335sed trūdit gemmās et frondēs explicat omnīs.and the shoots dare to trust themselves safely to the new suns, nor does the vine-tendril fear the rising south winds, or the rain driven from the sky by great north winds, but pushes out its buds and unfolds all its leaves. Georg. 2.336Nōn aliōs prīmā crēscentis orīgine mundī
inlūxisse diēs aliumve habuisse tenōrem
crēdiderim: vēr illud erat, vēr magnus agēbat
orbis et hībernīs parcēbant flātibus Eurī,
340cum prīmae lūcem pecudēs hausēre virumque
terrea prōgeniēs dūrīs caput extulit arvīs,
inmissaeque ferae silvīs et sīdera caelō.No other days, I would believe, shone at the first beginning of the growing world, nor did they hold another course: that was spring, the great world was keeping spring, and the east winds spared their wintry blasts, when the first cattle drank in the light, and the earthborn race of men raised its head from the hard fields, and wild beasts were let loose into the woods and stars into the sky.
Georg. 2.343Nec rēs hunc tenerae possent perferre labōrem,
sī nōn tanta quiēs īret frīgusque calōremque
345inter, et exciperet caelī indulgentia terrās.Nor could tender things endure this hardship, if so long a rest did not come between cold and heat, and the indulgence of heaven did not welcome the lands.