Happier the Scythians, wont o'er townless wilds
To shift the wains that are their nomad dwellings;
Or the rude Getae whose unmeted soil
Yields its free sheaves and fruit to all in common
— HORACE, Odes, III., 24; Lord Lytton's Translation.
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