The Satires of Juvenal, Persius, Sulpicia and Lucilius: Literally Translated Into English Prose

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Harper & bros., 1876 - 512 strán (strany)

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Strana 219 - Because sentence against an evil work is not executed speedily, therefore the heart of the sons of men is fully set in them to do evil.
Strana 68 - Agedum, pauca accipe contra. Primum ego me illorum, dederim quibus esse poe'tis, Excerpam numero : neque enim concludere versum 40 Dixeris esse satis ; neque si qui scribat uti nos Sermoni propiora, putes hunc esse poetam. Ingenium cui sit, cui mens divinior atque os Magna sonaturum, des nominis hujus honorem.
Strana 113 - When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound; But now two paces of the vilest earth Is room enough.
Strana 245 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Strana 208 - Cum scriptore meo, capsa porrectus aperta, Deferar in vicum vendentem thus et odores, Et piper, et quidquid chartis amicitur ineptis.
Strana 173 - Is it not to deal thy bread to the hungry, and that thou bring the poor that are cast out to thy house? when thou seest the naked, that thou cover him; and that thou hide not thyself from thine own flesh?
Strana 218 - Septima jam Phileros tibi conditur uxor in agro : Plus nulli, Phileros, quam tibi reddit ager." plunge your head twice or thrice of a morning1 in Tiber's eddies,2 and purge away the defilements of night in the running stream. Come now ! answer me ! It is...
Strana 103 - We, ignorant of ourselves, Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers Deny us for our good ; so find we profit, By losing of our prayers.
Strana 112 - The march begins in military state, And nations on his eye suspended wait; Stern famine guards the solitary coast, And winter barricades the realms of frost; He comes...
Strana 115 - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

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