As in Carm. De Vita Sua: Σταθμός τις ἐστὶν ἐν μέσῃ λεωφόρῳ Τῆς Καππαδοκῶν ὃς σχίζετ᾽ εἰς τρισσὴν ὁδόν. ῎Ανυδρος, ἄχλους, οὐδ᾽ ὅλως ἐλεύθερος, Δεινῶς ἐπευκτὸν καὶ στενὸν κωμύδριον, Κόνις τὰ πάντα, καὶ ψόφοι, σὺν ἅρμασι, Θρῆνοι, στεναγμοὶ, πράκτορες, στρέβλαι, πέδαι· Λαὸς δ᾽ ὅσοι ξένοι τε καὶ πλανώμενοι, Αὕτη Σασίμων τῶν ἐμῶν ἐκκλησία. [N.B.—The last line marks the quantity.] “A post town on the king’s high road, Where three ways meet, is my abode; No brooklet, not a blade of grass, Enlivens the dull hole, alas! Dust, din, all day; the creak of wheels; Groans, yells, the exciseman at one’s heels With screw and chain; the population A shifting horde from every nation. A viler spot you long may search, Than this Sasima, now my church!”