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THE

SI X

S A TIRES

OF

PERSIUS.

PROLOGUS.

Nec fonte labra prolui Caballino :
Nec in bicipiti somniasse Parnasso
Memini, ut repente sic Poëta prodirem.
Heliconiadasque, pallidamque Pyrenen
Illis remitto, quorum imagines lambunt
Hederæ sequaces : ipse semipaganus
Ad sacra vatum carmen affero nostrum.
Quis expedivit psittaco suum gange,
Picasque docuit nostra verba conari?
Magister artis, ingeniique largitor
Venter, negatas artifex sequi voces,
Quod si dolosi spes refulserit nummi,
Corvos poëtas, et poëtrias picas
Cantare credas Pegaseium melos.

1

PROLOGUE.

Ne'er did I taste Castalia's stream; Nor yet on fork'd Parnassus dream, That I should feel a poet's fire, Or blow the lute, or string the lyre. I leave the Muse's magic ground To bards profess'd, with laurel crown'd. The gift I offer to the Nine, A rustic wreath, to grace their shrine. What taught the parrot to cry, hail ? What taught the chattering pie his tale ? Hunger; that sharpener of the wits, Which gives e'en fools some thinking fits. Did rooks and pies but know the pleasure Of heaping high a golden treasure ; And would their music money bring, Even rooks and pies would shortly sing.

THE

SATIRES OF PERSIUS.

SATIRE I.

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