non se silvestris olivi surculus exultans alieno stipite iactat, sed monet ut generis proprii memor unguine amaro contristare comas desuescas, stirpe nec imo invideas missis in celsa cacumina virgis.
The scion of woodland olive does not vaunt itself, glorying in a stem that is not its own, but gives warning that thou remember thy stock, cease to cloud the foliage with a bitter coating, and envy not, deep in thy trunk, the shoots that rise to high tops.
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