We, who love the country, salute Fuscus that loves the town; in this point alone[ being] much unlike, but in other things almost twins, of brotherly sentiments: whatever one denies the other too[ denies]; we assent together: like old and constant doves, you keep the nest; I praise the rivulets, the rocks overgrown with moss, and the groves of the delightful country. Do you ask why? I live and reign, as soon as I have quitted those things which you extol to the skies with joyful applause. And, like a priest 's, fugitive slave I reject luscious wafers, I desire plain bread, which is more agreeable now than honied cakes. 