35Therefore come, farmers, learn the cultivation proper to each kind, soften wild fruits by tending, and let no lands lie idle. 37It is a joy to plant Ismarus with Bacchus and to clothe great Taburnus with the olive. 39And you, be at my side and run with me through the labour I have begun, O my glory, O you who rightly claim the greatest part of my fame, Maecenas, and, flying over the sea, spread your sails to the open water; 42I do not wish to embrace everything in my verses, not if I had a hundred tongues and a hundred mouths and a voice of iron; 44be at my side and skirt the edge of the near shore.
45The land is at hand; 45I will not detain you here with fictitious song, nor with digressions and long preambles.