Robinson Ellis - Catullus (Part CXV) lyrics

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.