"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. 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? Bright censers burn with flowery garlands crown'd, And blooming violets breathe odours round. Tunc nigri lemures, ovoque pericula rupto: Hinc grandes Galli, et cum sistro lusca sacerdos, Prædictum ter mane caput gustaveris alli. Now fancied evils fill you with affright, And guards you round with amulets and charms. At a clipp'd farthing all the sages prize, Whom Athens valued, and whom Greece thought wise. |