SATIRA IV. V. I-12. REM populi tractas? barbatum hæc crede magistrum Dicere, sorbitio tollit quem dira cicuta. Quo fretus? dic hoc magni pupille Pericli. Majestate manus: quid deinde loquêre? Quirites, Ancipitis libræ rectum discernis, ubi inter : Curva subit, vel cum fallit pede regula varo: SATIRE IV. V. I-20. IMAGINE that divine Athenian sage (At once the shame and honour of his age) Who, by the malice of his foes belied, A victim to their rage, by hemlock died, In scoffing language to have thus address'd That beardless youth whom Athens once caress'd. "Art thou a statesman? wouldst thou hold the helm? And rule like Pericles the subject realm? Does sense mature, ere life has reach'd its noon? And lift the torch of truth where all is night? Et potis es nigrum vitio præfigere theta. Quæ tibi summa boni est? uncta vixisse patella Expecta: haud aliud respondeat hæc anus. I nunc. Cum bene discincto cantaverit ocyma vernæ. Thou holdest virtue at its proper price; And take to hellebore to clear thy brain. None looks at home; none seeks himself to know (The only knowledge undesired below). But each intent regards his neighbour's mind, Lo, at thine elbow an accuser stands, Who thy dark deed with foul opprobrium brands; |