Acres thirty in all, good gra**, own Mentula master;
Forty to plough; bare seas, arid or empty, the rest.
Poorly methinks might Croesus a man so sumptuous equal,
Counted in one rich park owner of all he can ask.
Gra** or plough, big woods, much mountain, mighty mora**es;
On to the farthest North, on to the boundary main.
Vastness is all that is here; yet Mentula reaches a vaster—
Man? not so; 'tis a vast mountainous ominous He.