A tale like yours, and not pursue each deed
From impulse to the act—complete a scene
With such small details as there may have been?
So cunningly you made romance to live—
I trespassed on your stage; You must forgive!
Praise of Italy
P. Virgilii Maronis Georgicon, Bk. II. vv. 136-176
This our world has beauties everywhere;
Grand are your forests, Medes, and wondrous fair;