SATIRA III. V. I-9. NEMPE hæc assidue. Jam clarum mane fenestras Huc aliquis, nemon'? turgescit vitrea bilis : Findor: ut Arcadia pecuaria rudere credas. SATIRE III. THE PHILOSOPHER AND DISCIPLE; OR, THE REPROACH OF IDLENESS. V. I-16. WHAT, always thus? Now in full blaze of day Sol mounts the skies, and shoots a downward ray; The raging dog-star fire the glowing pole; The yellow harvest waving o'er the plain, "Is it indeed so late?" the sluggard cries. "Who waits? here, slaves! be quick—I wish to rise.” Jam liber, et bicolor positis membrana capillis, An tali studeam calamo? cui verba ? quid istas Udum et molle lutum es, nunc, nunc properandus, et acri At length, to study see the youth proceed, Charged with his book, his parchment, and his reed, But now he finds the ink too black to write; And now, diluted, it escapes the sight: Now it is made too thick, and now too thin, Repose in quiet on your nurse's lap, Pleased by her lullaby, and feed on pap. Who is deceived; for whom are spread these lures? Is the misfortune mine, or is it yours, That you refuse to listen to the truth, And waste in idleness the hours of youth? Of shame sure victim when that youth is pass'd, Yet art thou young, and yet thy pliant mind Censoremne tuum vel quod trabeate salutas ? |