PoemHappy the man who, far away from business, like the race of men of old, tills his ancestral fields with his own oxen, unbound by any interest to pay.HoraceEpodes · 30 BC★ 3.6
PoemThis was among my prayers: a piece of land not so very large, where a garden should be and a spring of ever-flowing water near the house, and a bit of woodland as well as these.HoraceSatires · 30 BC★ 2.0
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