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'Quod si comminuas, vilem redigatur ad assem."

At ni id fit, quid habet pulchri constructus acervus Milia frumenti tua triverit area centum,

Non tuus hoc capiet venter plus ac meus: ut si

?

Reticulum panis venales inter onusto

Forte vehas humero, nihilo plus accipias quam
Qui nil portarit. Vel dic, quid referat intra
Naturæ fines viventi, jugera centum an

Mille aret? "At suave est ex magno tollere acervo."
Dum ex parvo nobis tantundem haurire relinquas,

Cur tua plus laudes cumeris granaria nostris ?

Ut tibi si sit opus liquidi non amplius urna,
Vel cyatho, et dicas' "Magno de flumine mallem
Quam ex hoc fonticulo tantundem sumere." Eo fit,
Plenior ut si quos delectet copia justo,

Cum ripa simul avulsos ferat Aufidus acer.

At qui tantuli eget, quanto est opus, is neque limo Turbatam haurit aquam neque vitam amittit in undis.

"Nor mud imbibe; yet most men more would clutch,

"Deceived by greediness, wealth's false

renown,

"Nor aught to think enough would ever seem; "And cry, who has the most, we most esteem.

"What do with such an one? Why, let him be

"Unhappy, since it seems he will be so; "Thus it was told at Athens how that he, "The sordid rich man, would all heedless

go,

"Despising all the folks' scurrility;

"Let people hiss,' he cried, 'but well I know

"I praise myself when I at home once more "Gaze gladly on my wealth in secret store.'"

"From Tantalus' parched lips the rivers

rolled

"Why laugh? Change names, the tale is told of you;

"Greedy you sleep and gape on bags of gold, "Yet them like pictures you would merely

view,

"Or sacred things; say, were you never told "Of money's use and power; its true design, "To purchase bread, and oil, and cups of wine,

"And add besides things human nature grieves

"To miss? But would you watch, half dead with fear,

At bona pars hominum decepta cupidine falso.

"Nil satis est," inquit; "quia tanti, quantum habeas,

sis."

Quid facias illi? Jubeas miserum esse, libenter
Quatenus id facit; ut quidam memoratur Athenis
Sordidus ac dives, populi contemnere voces

Sic solitus: "Populus me sibilat; at mihi plaudo
Ipse domi, simul ac nummos contemplor in arca."
Tantalus a labris sitiens fugientia captat
Flumina......Quid rides? mutato nomine, de te
Fabula narratur: congestis undique saccis
Indormis inhians et tamquam parcere sacris
Cogeris aut pictis tamquam gaudere tabellis.
Nescis quo valeat nummus? quem præbeat usum ?
Panis ematur, olus, vini sextarius, adde,

Quis humana sibi doleat natura negatis.

A

An vigilare metu exanimem, noctesque diesque

"Servants, incendiaries, and evil thieves,
"Lest they run off with these your riches
dear?

"Would that please you? The less such
burden cleaves

"To me the better; I'd be pauper here." MISER: "But should some cold through all your body spread,

"Or other illness make you keep your bed,

"Cannot wealth buy you watchers, and prepare "Your fomentations, and your doctor pray "To heal you, and restore you, by his care,

"To children and dear friends, with least delay ?

POET: "You're wrong; your wife or son would never share

"Wish for your health; and nothing less than they,

"Your neighbours hate you all, and all who know you,

"The very boys and girls dislike will show you."

"After your money when all things you place, "Not to gain love unearned; is that your wonder?

"If friends and natural kin you would embrace

"And keep by means like this, no less your blunder

"Than his who tries to make a young ass pace "The Campus wide, with reins to keep him

under.

"Fear poverty no more, nor more require,
"Since you have now attained to your desire.

Formidare malos fures, incendia, servos,

Ne te compilent fugientis, hoc juvat? Horum Semper ego optarim pauperrimus esse bonorum. "At si condoluit tentatum frigore corpus,

Aut alius casus lecto te adfixit, habes qui
Adsideat, fomenta paret, medicum roget, ut te
Suscitet ac gnatis reddat carisque propinquis?"
Non uxor salvum te vult, non filius; omnes
Vicini oderunt, noti, pueri atque puellæ.
Miraris, quum tu argento post omnia ponas,
Si nemo præstet quem non merearis amorem ?
An, si cognatos, nullo natura labore

Quos tibi dat, retinere velis servareque amicos,
Infelix operam perdas ? ut si quis asellum

In Campo doceat parentem currere frenis. Denique sit finis quærendi, quumque habeas plus, Pauperiem metuas minus et finire laborem

Incipias, parto quod avebas, ne facias quod

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