O farmers, abounding in good fortune, should they only
come to know their luck! For them, far from battle’s din the land
in its perfect fullness pours fourth spontaneous nourishment.
. . .
No public honor, no tyrant’s purple has swayed him,
no discord driven him to break faith with his brothers.
He is not distressed by wild tribes, allied in war, that sweep down
from the Danube nor by Roman policies that destroy
kingdoms. He neither pities the poor nor envies the rich.
He gathers the fruits that his boughs, that his will acres
readily yield and gives no thought to laws hard as iron,
the Forum’s insanity, and the hall of public records. (Book II)
Publius Virgilius Maro, Georgics (Trans. Janet Lembke)