So shalt thou sweep the spider’s films away,
That round thy hollow bins lie hid from day:
I ween, rejoicing in the foodful stores
Obtain’d at length, and laid within thy doors:
For plenteousness shall glad thee through the year
Till the white blossoms of the spring appear:
[93]Nor thou on others’ heaps a gazer be,
But others owe their borrow’d store to thee.
If, ill-advised, thou turn the genial plains
His wintry tropic when the sun attains;