Quintus Aurelius Symmachus → destinatário desconhecido

Here we are, idling in the countryside and enjoying autumn in all its variety. After committing the new wines to their casks — crushed by foot and press until they ran free — we've been grinding Sicyonian olives in the trapetum [olive press], so the early fruit can be worked into green oil while it's still fresh. Meanwhile, the game-drives through the brushwood keep the hunt dogs busy, and the uncertain farmer runs from one task to the next. Some men use ladders [Text breaks off in source.]