taceo territorii peculiarem iucunditatem; taceo illud aequor agrorum, in quo sine periculo quaestuosae fluctuant in segetibus undae, quod industrius quisque quo plus frequentat, hoc minus naufragat; viatoribus molle, fructuosum aratoribus, venatoribus voluptuosum; quod montium cingunt dorsa pascuis latera vinetis, terrena villis saxosa castellis, opaca lustris aperta culturis, concava fontibus abrupta fluminibus; quod denique huiusmodi est, ut semel visum advenis multis patriae oblivionem saepe persuadeat.
I pass over the particular charm of the countryside; I say nothing of the arable lands stretching like a sea in which waves that bring profit without danger surge and sway in the corn, and in which the industrious man has the less chance of shipwreck the oftener he goes there. It is a region soft to the feet of the traveller, fruitful to the tiller, delightful to the hunter; the ridges of the mountains surround it with pasture, their sides with vineyards, the earthy parts with country-houses, the rocky parts with fortresses, the shady woods with coverts, the open parts with cultivation, the hollows with springs, and the steep slopes with streams; in short, such is the place that, when but once seen, it often induces many visitors to forget their own native land.
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