SATIRA IV. V. I-12. REM populi tractas? barbatum hæc crede magistrum Quo fretus? dic hoc magni pupille Pericli. Majestate manus: quid deinde loquêre? Quirites, Ancipitis libræ rectum discernis, ubi inter : Curva subit, vel cum fallit pede regula varo: SATIRE IV. V. I-20. IMAGINE that divine Athenian sage A victim to their rage, by hemlock died, In scoffing language to have thus address'd That beardless youth whom Athens once caress'd. "Art thou a statesman? wouldst thou hold the helm? And rule like Pericles the subject realm? Does sense mature, ere life has reach'd its noon? And lift the torch of truth where all is night? Et potis es nigrum vitio præfigere theta. Quin tu igitur summa nequicquam pelle decorus Expecta: haud aliud respondeat hæc anus. I nunc. Thou holdest virtue at its proper price ; And take to hellebore to clear thy brain. Of thy fine skin the whiteness to display, That man thou blamest; (him, whose lands extend Lo, at thine elbow an accuser stands, Who thy dark deed with foul opprobrium brands; Ingemit, Hoc bene sit: tunicatum cum sale mordens. At si unctus cesses, et figas in cute solem, |