"For Chryses, live the shame of all my race, 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, Bright censers burn with flowery garlands crown'd, Tunc nigri lemures, ovoque pericula rupto : Now fancied evils fill you with affright, Omens by day, and visions in the night : 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. |