LXXIII.

The simple olives, best allies of wine, Must I pass over in my bill of fare? I must, although a favourite _plat_ of mine In Spain, and Lucca, Athens, everywhere: On them and bread 'twas oft my luck to dine-- The grass my table-cloth, in open air, On Sunium or Hymettus, like Diogenes, Of whom half my philosophy the progeny is.[758]