CXV.

Acres thirty in all, good grass, 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. Grass or plough, big woods, much mountain, mighty morasses; 5 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.