He then catches the idea of rural tranquillity; but soon discovers how much happier he should be in these happy regions, with Lycoris at his side: Hic gelidi fontes, hic mollia prata, Lycori: Hic nemus, hic ipso tecum consumerer oevo. Nunc insanus amor duri me Martis in armis Tela inter media atque adversos detinet hostes. Ah te ne frigora laedant! Ah tibi ne teneras glacies secet aspera plantas!