Classic Poem

Where drips the Capene gate with drops of rain,
Where Almo cleans the Mother's knife of stain,
Where the Horatian field with crops is green,
Where young Alcides' shrine is crowded seen;
There Bassus in his travelling carriage rode,
Bringing of country crops a mighty load;
Great cabbages, and leeks of either kind,
Coss lettuces and beets you there might find,
Useful to sluggish stomachs, fat field-fares
Strung on a hoop, and with them Gallic hares
And sucking pigs; the very footmen bore
Eggs wrapped in hay, as they ran on before.
" Bassus was coming back to town?" — you say:
No: in the country he was going to stay.