That whirls the sand;
"Fair Tibur, town of Argive kings,
There would I end my days serene,
At rest from seas and travelings,
And service seen.
"Should angry Fate those wishes foil,
Then let me seek Galesus, sweet
To skin-clad sheep, and that rich soil,
The Spartan's seat.
"Oh, what can match the green recess,