SATIRA II. v. 1-8. 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 : SATIRE II. LET a white stone of V. I-20. pure unsullied ray Record, Macrinus, this thy natal day, Which not for thee the less auspicious shines, And large libations to thy Genius pour. With splendid gifts you ne'er will seek the shrine, To venal nobles you consign the task, Illa sibi introrsum, et sub lingua immurmurat: ô si Ebullit patrui præclarum funus! et, ô si Sub rastro crepet argenti mihi seria dextro Hercule! pupillumve utinam, quem proximus hæres But when the guilty soul throws off disguise, 66 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, What are your thoughts of him who rules the sky? Is there a man whom ev'n as Jove you prize, What, are you doubtful? such may Staius be? One half of what you utter when you pray, |