Classic Poem

'M ID luxury in Baiae's sun you bask,
Fair Naiads call you to their healing pool,
To me my country cot gives all I ask,
No burdensome broad acres there I rule.
Here is my sunshine, here my waters cool,
My priceless luxury — I went in quest
Of pleasure once to waters of renown
What time long travel gave but added zest;
But now I hate to journey far from town
And only seek for comfort and for rest.