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SATIRA II.

V.1-10.

Hunc, Macrine, diem numera meliore lapillo,
Qui tibi labentes apponit candidus annos.
Funde merum Genio, non tu prece poscis emaci,
Quæ nisi seductis nequeas committere divis.
At bona pars procerum tacita libabit acerra.
Haud cuivis promptum est, murmurque, humilesque

susurros

Tollere de templis, et aperto vivere voto.
Mens bona, fama, fides, hæc clarè, et ut audiat hospes :
Illa sibi introrsum, et sub lingua immurmurat: ô si
Ebullit patrui præclarum funus ! et, ô si

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SATIRE II.

V. I-24

Let a white stone of pure unsullied ray
Record, Macrinus, this thy natal day,
Which not for thee the less auspicious shines,
That years revolve, and closing life declines.
Haste then to celebrate this happy hour,
And large libations to thy Genius pour.
With splendid gifts you ne'er will seek the shrine,
To
tempt

the

power you worship as divine. Tó venal nobles you consign the task, To wish in secret, and in secret ask ; Let them for this before the altar bow, And breathe unheard the mercenary vow : Let them for this upon the votive urn Mute offerings make, and midnight incense burn. It ill might suit the selfish and the proud, Were the grand objects of their lives avow'd; Were all the longings of their souls express’d, No latent wish left lurking in the breast. When truth or virtue is the boon we seek, We can distinctly ask, and clearly speak; But when the guilty soul throws off disguise, Then whisper'd prayers, and mutter'd vows arise. “O in his grave were my old uncle laid, “ And at his tomb funereal honours paid !

Sub rastro crepet argenti mihi seria dextro
Hercule ! pupillumve utinam, quem proximus hæres
Impello, expungam! namque est scabiosus, et acri
Bile tumet. Nerio jam tertia ducitur uxor.
Hæc sanctè ut poscas, Tiberino in gurgite mergis
Mane caput bis, terque, et noctem flumine purgas.
Heus age, responde, minimum est quod scire laboro :
De Jove quid sentis ? estne, ut præponere cures
Hunc, cuinami cuinam? vis Staio : an scilicet hæres,
Quis potior judex, puerisve quis aptior orbis?
Hoc igitur, quo tu Jovis aurem impellere tentas,
Dic agedum Staio.: pro Jupiter ô bone, clamet.
Jupiter! at sese non clamet Jupiter ipse?
Ignovisse putas, quia cum tonat, ocyus ilex
Sulfure discutitur sacro, quam tuque, domusque ?

crimes away.

“ O Hercules, when next I rake the soil,
“ With a rich treasure recompence my toil !
“ Or might I, Gods, to my young ward succeed,
“ Urge on his fate, nor Heaven condemn the deed;
“ The sickly child already seems to pine,
“ And bile and ulcer hasten his decline.
“ Three times hath Hymen's torch for Nerius burn'd,
« Three times hath he to widowhood return’d.
And now, fanatic wretch, to purge your soul,
Plunge where the sacred waves of Tiber roll;
To them each morn the night's foul stains convey,
And in their waters wash

your
To one plain question honestly reply:
What are your thoughts of him who rules the sky
As all our judgments rest on what we know,
And good is still comparative below;
Is there a man whom even as Jove you prize,
Like him believe beneficent and wise ?
What, are you doubtful? such may Staius be?
Who is the juster judge, or Jove or he?
But let me ask, to Staius did you say
One half of what you utter when you pray,
Would he not from you with abhorrence turn,
And
you

and all your bribes indignant spurn?
But do you hope, that Jove will lend an ear
To prayers, which Staius would refuse to hear?
Do
you

believe that Heaven at you connived, Because its lightnings flew, and you survived : Because o'er you the thunder harmless broke, While the red vengeance struck the blasted oak:

An quia non fibris ovium, Ergennaque jubente,
Triste jaces lucis, evitandumque bidental,
Idcirco stolidam præbet tibi vellere barbam
Jupiter ? aut quidnam est, qua tu mercede Deorum
Emeris auriculas? pulmone, et lactibus unctis ?
Ecce avia, aut metuens divum matertera, cunis
Exemit puerum, frontemque, atque uda labella
Infami digito, et lustralibus ante salivis
Expiat, urentes oculos inhibere perita.
Tunc manibus quatit, et spem macram supplice voto
Nunc Licini in campos, nunc Crassi mittit in ædes.
Hunc optent generum rex et regina : puellæ
Hunc rapiant: quicquid calcaverit hic, rosa fiat.
Ast ego nutrici non mando vota : negato
Jupiter hæc illi, quamvis te albata rogarit.
Poscis opem nervis, corpusque fidele senectæ :
Esto, age : sed grandes patinæ, tucetaque crassa

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