I see young men, my townsmen, whose misfortune it is to have
inherited farms, houses, barns, cattle, and farming tools; for these
are more easily acquired than got rid of.  Better if they had been
born in the open pasture and suckled by a wolf, that they might have
seen with clearer eyes what field they were called to labor in.  Who
made them serfs of the soil?  Why should they eat their sixty acres,
when man is condemned to eat only his peck of dirt?  Why should they
begin digging their graves as soon as they are born?