Hence too, that mushroom race of beardless fools, SATIRA II. V. I-IO. HUNC, Macrine, diem numera meliore lapillo, 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 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, |