"Fornix tibi et unctu popina
incutiunt urbis desiderum, video, et quod
angulus iste feret piper et tus ocius uva,
nec vicina subest vinum praebere tuberna
quae possit tibi, nec meretrix tibicina, cuius
ad strepitum salias terrae gravis."
'"Tis the brothel, I see, and greasy cookshop
that stir in you a longing for the city, and
the fact that that poky spot will grow pepper
and spice, as soon as grapes, and that there is
no tavern hard by that can supply you with wine
and flute-playing courtesans to whose strains
you can dance and thump the ground."
Horace, Epistles I, xiv, 21-26