O sea-shore and sea more sweet to me than life!
Happy am I who may come at once to the lands I love. O beauteous day! In this
country long ago I used to rouse the Naiads with my hands' alternate stroke. Here is
the fountain's pool, there the sea washes up its weeds: here is a sure haven for
quiet love. I have had life in full; for never can harder fortune take away what was
given us in time overpast.
Petronius Arbiter. Petronius. Michael Heseltine. London. William Heinemann. 1913.
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