Then isn't isolation as good as gold?
The fundamental source of a good life for human beings is a piece of land;
it's the only thing capable of concealing poverty.
Whereas the city is a theatre full of patent bad luck.
εἶτ' οὐχὶ χρυσοῦν ἐστι πρᾶγμ' ἐρημία;
ὁ πατήρ γε τοῦ ζῆν ἐστιν ἀνθρώποις ἀγρός,
πενίαν τε συγκρύπτειν ἐπιστάται μόνος·
ἄστυ δὲ θέατρον ἀτυχίας σαφοῦς γέμον.
2 πατήρ codd.: δοτήρ Elter: σωτήρ Kock
"A peculiar anthologic maze, an amusing literary chaos, a farrago of quotations, a mere olla podrida of quaintness, a pot pourri of pleasant delites, a florilegium of elegant extracts, a tangled fardel of old-world flowers of thought, a faggot of odd fancies, quips, facetiae, loosely tied" (Holbrook Jackson, Anatomy of Bibliomania) by a "laudator temporis acti," a "praiser of time past" (Horace, Ars Poetica 173).
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Sunday, September 18, 2022
A Rural Retreat
Amphis, fragment 17 (tr. S. Douglas Olson):