PROLOGUE. NE'ER did I taste Castalia's stream; A rustic wreath, to grace their shrine. SATIRA I. V. 1-10. O CURAS hominum! ô quantum est in rebus inane! Nam Romæ est quis non? ac, si fas dicere: sed fas SATIRE I. PERSIUS AND MONITOR. VERSE I-20. PERSIUS. UNHAPPY men lead lives of care and pain, Their joys how fleeting, and their hopes how vain! M. But who will read a satire so begun! P.What this to me-this ?-M. Faith, I'll tell you, none. P. Lest a lewd prince and his abandon'd throng And must we then reserve the sacred bays For those whom Rome's worst profligates shall praise? Rely not always on the general voice; Nor place all merit in the people's choice; Let your own eyes be those with which you see; |