different sizes, free from mad laws:  whether one of a strong constitution chooses hearty bumpers; or another more joyously gets mellow with moderate ones.  Then conversation arises, not concerning other people’s villas and houses, nor whether Lepos dances well or not; but we debate on what is more to our purpose, and what it is pernicious not to know—­whether men are made happier by riches or by virtue; or what leads us into intimacies, interest or moral rectitude; and what is the nature of good, and what its perfection.  Meanwhile, my neighbor Cervius prates away old stories relative to the subject.  For, if any one ignorantly commends the troublesome riches of Aurelius, he thus begins:  “On a time a country-mouse is reported to have received a city-mouse into his poor cave, an old host, his old acquaintance; a blunt fellow and attentive to his acquisitions, yet so as he could [on occasion] enlarge his narrow soul in acts of hospitality.  What need of many words?  He neither grudged him the hoarded vetches, nor the long oats; and bringing in his mouth a dry plum, and nibbled scraps of bacon, presented them to him, being desirous by the variety of the supper to get the better of the daintiness of his guest, who hardly touched with his delicate tooth the several things:  while the father of the family himself, extended on fresh straw, ate a spelt and darnel leaving that which was better [for his guest].  At length the citizen addressing him, ‘Friend,’ says he, ’what delight have you to live laboriously on the ridge of a rugged thicket?  Will you not prefer men and the city to the savage woods?  Take my advice, and go along with me:  since mortal lives are allotted to all terrestrial animals, nor is there any escape from death, either for the great or the small.  Wherefore, my good friend, while it is in your power, live happy in joyous circumstances:  live mindful of how brief an existence you are.’  Soon as these speeches had wrought upon the peasant, he leaps nimbly from his cave:  thence they both pursue their intended journey, being desirous to steal under the city walls by night.  And now the night possessed the middle region of the heavens, when each of them set foot in a gorgeous palace, where carpets dyed with crimson grain glittered upon ivory couches, and many baskets of a magnificent entertainment remained, which had yesterday been set by in baskets piled upon one another.  After he had placed the peasant then, stretched at ease upon a splendid carpet; he bustles about like an adroit host, and keeps bringing up one dish close upon another, and with an affected civility performs all the ceremonies, first tasting of every thing he serves up.  He, reclined, rejoices in the change of his situation, and acts the part of a boon companion in the good cheer:  when on a sudden a prodigious rattling of the folding doors shook them both from their couches.  Terrified they began to scamper all about the room, and more and more heartless to be in confusion, while the lofty house resounded with [the barking of] mastiff dogs; upon which, says the country-mouse, ’I have no desire for a life like this; and so farewell:  my wood and cave, secure from surprises, shall with homely tares comfort me.’”