From wit, from learning—far, oh far, from thee!
Here moss-grown trees expand the smallest leaf,
Here half an acre's corn is half a sheaf.
Here hills with naked heads the tempest meet,
Rocks at their side, and torrents at their feet;
Or lazy lakes, unconscious of a flood,
Whose dull brown Naiads ever sleep in mud."
Secundus in his first epistle of his first book (edit. Paris, p. 103.), thus writes:—
"Me retinet salsis infausta Valachria terris,
Oceanus tumidis quam vagus ambit aquis.