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]