Sinopsis

--The Sire of Gods himself Will'd not that Tillage should be free from Toil. He first sollicited the restive Mold By Art: and whetted mortal Wit with Cares, Permitting not his Reign to rust with Sloth.-- With piercing Steel to turn the stubborn Land Propitious Ceres Mortals first ordain'd; When scanty Food the sacred Groves supply'd, And all Relief Dodonean Oaks deny'd: But soon new Toil the foodful Glebe requir'd, Eat with an evil Rust the Grain expir'd: Fierce in the Field the lazy Thistle stood, And Burrs, and Brambles rose, a cruel Wood! Darnel unblest the shining Plain o'erspreads,