I ve often wishd that I had clear, For life, six hundred pounds a year; A handsome house to lodge a friend; A river at my gardens end; A terrace walk, and half a rood Of land set out to plant a wood.
Note 3. As geographers, Sosius, crowd into the edges of their maps parts of the world which they do not know about, adding notes in the margin to the effect that beyond this lies nothing but sandy deserts full of wild beasts, and unapproachable bogs.Plutarch: Theseus. [back]