The other day I posted a snippet of Horace that was appropriate to our snowy conditions. Since it's warmed up and everything has started to melt, I thought I'd post another snippet, even though it's not quite spring yet. These are the first four lines of Odes 1.4.
Solvitur acris hiems grata vice veris et Favoni
trahuntque siccas machinae carinas,
ac neque iam stabulis gaudet pecus aut arator igni
nec prata canis albicant pruinis.