"Seize then the hour; thy way with roses strew; "And dust and ashes all that rest of thee." In frenzy raving, to his servant say?— "Shall I then, Davus, long my parent's care, "Waste all the wealth of which they made me heir; "For Chryses, live the shame of all my race, "By them consider'd as their worst disgrace? "Shall I on her with midnight music wait, "And hold late revels at a harlot's gate?" "Spoke like yourself;" cries Davus, "haste, and kill "A lambkin to the gods averting ill. "But should she weep?""And dost thou tremble, boy, "Lest her correcting slipper she employ?" He who commands himself, is only free. If any wear not chains, this-this-is he. His freedom comes not through the prætor's hand, Are those men free, who wear the chalky gown, May tell what feats at Flora's feasts were done? G Aprici meminisse senes; quid pulchrius? at cum Dispositæ pinguem nebulam vomuere lucernæ But now the troubled times of tumult past, Bright censers burn with flowery garlands crown'd, At a clipp'd farthing all the sages prize, Whom Athens valued, and whom Greece thought wise. |