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VERSE TRANSLATIONS 
 
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 GREEK AND LATIN POETS 
 
VERSE 
 TRANSLATIONS 
 
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PREFACE 
 
 THE verses _ in this volume were originally 
 written for the most part as ' fair copies ' for 
 schoolmasters who wished to help their pupils 
 to realise that poetry may lurk concealed be- 
 hind difficulties of grammar and vocabulary. 
 I venture to hope that, as they have been found 
 useful for that specific purpose, they may also 
 prove of some interest to scholars in general. 
 
 Both the text and the rendering of passages 
 here and there are doubtful. In such cases, 
 
 I have not felt bound to follow the highest 
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PREFACE 
 
 authority, provided that the text or rendering 
 adopted has reasonable support. 
 
 My thanks are due for much assistance to 
 many friends, but especially to H. C. F. Mason 
 (Haileybury) and R. C. Gilson (Harrow). 
 
 A. D. I. 
 
CONTENTS 
 
 PAGE 
 
 BATTLE-SONG. Tyrtaeus, . . . . . 13 
 
 ORPHEUS. Antipater of Sidon, 67, .... 15 
 
 THE YEOMAN. Claudian, Ep. ii., . . . . 17 
 
 WASPS OF ATHENS. Aristophanes, Wasps, 1071, . 23 
 
 HYMN. Cleanthes, 29 
 
 THE DEAD CHILD. Martial, v. 37, . . . . 33 
 
 THE GOOD OLD TIMES. Aristophanes, Knights, 565, 37 
 
 ASTYANAX. Euripides, Troades, 1167, ... 41 
 
 THE POET'S DEATH. Propertius, iii. 5, . . . 45 
 
 THE REPROOF. Aristophanes, Clouds, 575, . . 51 
 
 THE BEACON-RACE. Aeschylus, Agamemnon, 292, . 57 
 
 PALLAS DEAD. Virgil, Aeneid, xi. 42, . . 63 
 
 COUNTERFEIT COINS. Aristophanes, Frogs, 718, . 69 
 
 ADMETUS. Euripides, Alcestis, 935, .... 75 
 
 THE VANITY OF RICHES. Horace, Odes, ii. 18, . 79 
 
 THE CYCLOPEAN PHILOSOPHY. Euripides, Cyclops, 329, 85 
 
 THE SACRIFICE. Euripides, Heraclidae, 574, . . 89 
 9 
 
CONTENTS 
 
 PAGE 
 
 THE SCHOOLMASTER. Martial, ix. 69, . . . 93 
 DEATH OR VICTORY. Tyrtaeus, .... 97 
 THE MEETING. Virgil, Aeneid, xii. 697, . . .105 
 THE FARMER'S TEXT. Hesiod, Works and Days, 448, 109 
 THE POETASTER. Catullus, xxii., . . . .117 
 TAPESTRIES. Euripides, Ion, 1141, . . . . 123 
 
 THE SNOB. Martial, v. 8, 127 
 
 THE CLOUDS. Aristophanes, Clouds, 275, . . 129 
 A WOMAN SCORNED. Euripides, Medea, 1351, . 133 
 THE FRIEND. Martial, xii. 25, .... 135 
 THE FLIGHT. Euripides, Iphigenia in Tauris, 1391, 137 
 
 PEACE. Bacchylides of Ceos, 141 
 
 THE HOME-COMING. Catullus, xxxi., . . .145 
 WOMAN'S LOT. Sophocles, Tereus (fr. 517), . . 149 
 THE MOURNER. Martial, i. 35, . . . -151 
 THE MINISTER OF PHOEBUS. Euripides, Ion, 82, . 153 
 THE BOON COMPANION. Martial, vii. 59, . . 156 
 
 INDEX, 158-159 
 
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VERSE TRANSLATIONS 
 
BATTLE-SONG 
 
 X.OUpOt 
 
 "Xaia [/lv I'TUV 
 So pu Ss$tTpa S' e 
 
 JJLVj ^t^OJJLCVOl TOC? 
 
 ou yap Tuarptov ra 
 
 Sons of Sparta, mother of men, 
 Forward to the fight again ! 
 With the left hand rear the shield, 
 With the right the war-spear wield : 
 Never spare your lives to-day ! 
 That was never Sparta's way. 
 
 TYRTAEUS. 
 
 13 
 
ANTIHATHP 
 
 JCSTI 
 
 , ou -8-yjptov auTOvd(/.ou? ays- 
 a<;* 
 xotftaottc avj/.G)v Ppoftov, ou^l 
 
 ou 
 
 yap' ce 
 -8-uyaTpe? 
 
ORPHEUS 
 
 No more, no more thy witcheries, sweet Orpheus, 
 
 shall enthral 
 The oaks, the rocks, the tameless things that 
 
 roam at will the wild ; 
 No more to slumber shalt thou lull the 
 
 moaning of the breeze, 
 The hail, the sweeping snow-storms, the 
 
 babbling of the seas ; 
 For thou art fallen ; and grievously for thee 
 
 wept every child 
 
 Of Mem'ry, but Calliope thy mother more than 
 all. 
 
CL. CLAVDIANVS 
 
 FELIX qui patruis aeuum transegit 
 
 in agris, 
 
 ipsa domus puerum quern uidet, 
 ipsa senem ; 
 
 qui baculo nitens, in qua reptauit 
 
 arena, 
 
 unius numerat saecula longa 
 casae. 
 
 Ilium non uario traxit fortuna 
 
 tumultu, 
 
 nee bibit ignotas mobilis hospes 
 aquas : 
 
 16 
 
THE YEOMAN 
 
 THRICE happy, who has passed the days 
 Amid the fields his fathers held, 
 Whose home is still, in time of eld, 
 
 The home that knew his boyhood's ways. 
 
 To-day the staff supports his frame 
 E'en where the infant crept of yore ; 
 He counts the lengthening record o'er 
 
 Of that one cottage, still the same. 
 
 The 'wildering freaks of fortune's hand 
 Have never dragged him up and down ; 
 Nor drinks he from a stream unknown, 
 
 A houseless stranger in the land. 
 
 17 B 
 
CL. CLAVDIANVS 
 
 non freta mercator tremuit, non 
 
 classica miles, 
 
 non rauci lites pertulit ille 
 fori : 
 
 indocilis rerum, uicinae nescius 
 
 urbis, 
 adspectu fruitur liberiore poll. 
 
 Frugibus alternis, non consule, 
 
 computat annum, 
 auctumnum pomis, uer sibi flore 
 notat. 
 
 Idem condit ager soles, idemque 
 
 reducit, 
 
 metiturque suo rusticus orbe 
 diem. 
 
 18 
 
THE YEOMAN 
 
 No merchant he, for seas to scare ; 
 
 No soldier, dreading trumpet calls ; 
 
 Not his within the echoing walls 
 The clamour of debate to bear. 
 
 Small skill in things of State has he 
 He scarce has seen the town hard by ; 
 In unchecked sweep of air and sky 
 
 He finds his simple pleasure free. 
 
 By changing crops the years he tells, 
 Not by the names the consuls bore ; 
 He marks the autumn by her store, 
 
 The spring-tide by her blossom-bells. 
 
 The fields that saw the sunset glow, 
 They see the morning glory shine, 
 And measure out the day's decline 
 
 By the same arching sky they know. 
 19 
 
CL. CLAVDIANVS 
 
 Ingentem meminit paruo qui ger- 
 
 mine quercum, 
 
 aequaeuumque uidet consenu- 
 isse nemus ; 
 
 proxima cui nigris Verona remo- 
 
 tior Indis, 
 
 Benacumque putat litora rubra 
 lacum. 
 
 Sed tamen indomitae uires, fir- 
 
 misque lacertis 
 
 aetas robustum tertia cernit 
 auum. 
 
 Erret, et extremes alter scrutetur 
 
 Iberos ; 
 
 plus habet hie uitae, plus habet 
 ille uiae. 
 
 EPIGRAM ii. 
 
 
 
 20 
 
THE YEOMAN 
 
 The spreading oak his memory knows 
 Since that slim sapling whence it grew 
 And year by year the wood he knew 
 
 That year by year beside him grows. 
 
 Verona's walls are hard at hand 
 For him, the Indies are as near ; 
 For him, though close, Benacus Mere 
 
 Is distant as the Red Gulfs strand. 
 
 Yet does his vigour nowise fail, 
 The brawny thews are firmly set ; 
 His children's children proudly yet 
 
 Mark their old grandsire strong and hale. 
 
 So let another roving fare, 
 
 Explore Iberia's farthest bound ; 
 He has the larger range of ground, 
 
 But this of Life the richer share. 
 
 21 
 
APISTO^ANHS 
 
 el Tt 
 
 <pi<7iv 
 
 ^aup.a^et (/.' 6p(Tv 
 
 (7.SVOV, 
 
 eyo St^a^o), x.av a^oudo; ^ TO 
 
 TlptV. 
 y[/.l? ol? 7rpO(J(7Tt TOUTO TOUppOTTU- 
 
 yiov 
 "ATTOCOI (Aovot ^txalco^ suyevet; auTO- 
 
 >ta 
 
WASPS OF ATHENS 
 
 Now if there be among you one who marked 
 
 my shape, and so 
 Fell a-wondering as my wasp-waist so slender 
 
 he inspected, 
 The reason of our stings I will quickly let him 
 
 know, 
 Though until to-day his education may have 
 
 been neglected. 
 For we who wear the tails you see are sprung 
 
 of noble breed, 
 Rightly claiming as the sole true-born sons 
 
 of Attic soil ; 
 
 A race of mighty prowess, who gave succour in 
 her need 
 
 23 
 
API2TO$ AN H2 
 v (/.a^atciv, rvfoc' rfi& 6 pa 
 
 TO )ta7uvc Tu<o)v axaGav rrv 7ro.tv x.a 
 
 -9-prvia. 
 
 yap 
 
 CTa<; avvjp Trap' av^p' UTT' opyr? TYJV 
 
 U7UO ^ TO)V TO$U(/.aTCOV OU3C ^V lEV TOV 
 
 oupavov. 
 
 (77TpaV, 
 
 yT^au^ yap ^(/.cSv Trplv ^ayfic^-ai TOV crpa- 
 
 TOV ^t7UTaTO. 
 lTa S' iTTO(/.Ct)-a, ^JWa^OVTE; t; TOO? 
 
 24 
 
WASPS OF ATHENS 
 
 To the city, with the foremost, when the 
 
 stranger came to spoil. 
 He smothered with his clouds of smoke the 
 
 city, burning wide, 
 And most cruelly he craved to make havoc 
 
 of our nest ; 
 But armed with spear and shield, forth we 
 
 dashed to quell his pride, 
 And the rage that we had drunken was gall 
 
 in every breast. 
 With shoulder stanch to shoulder an angry lip 
 
 we gnawed, 
 While beyond their myriad arrows not a man 
 
 could see the sky ; 
 At fall of eve we drave them, by the succour of 
 
 the god, 
 For before the fight the Owl o'er our host was 
 
 hovering nigh. 
 
 We speared them through the breeches, as we 
 followed on our foes, 
 25 
 
A P I 2 T O $ A N H 2 
 
 oi & scpeuyov T<X; yva&ous xai TGC? 6<ppu<; 
 
 >GVTOU[/.VOl' 
 
 wars Trapa Tot? pap^ocpotm TuavTa^oo x,al 
 
 VLV Tt 
 
 ev 'ATTWCOU /caXeld&ou G<p>]>c6<; 
 
 VESPAE, lO/I. 
 
WASPS OF ATHENS 
 
 And thus goaded from our clenched jaws 
 
 and bended brows they fled ; 
 And through all the strangers' land to this day 
 
 the saying goes, 
 ' There is nothing more courageous than an 
 
 Attic wasp to dread.' 
 
KAEAN6H2 * 
 
 &ICTT' dc&avaToiv, 7uoXuo'vu[/.s, 
 
 aiei 
 ZeO, <pu<7G><; ap^ys, vo^ou [JLTK Tra 
 
 ' (re yap TravTScrct ^(JLI? -8-vy]Tot<7t 
 Trpodau^av. 
 >c cou yap yevo; <7(/iv, u^r; Ti|/.7][/.a 
 
 offa ^(ost TS >cal epTuet 
 yatav. 
 TO) (J y.a&u[/.VT]<7(j>, x.al crov xpaTo; aiev 
 
 col ^7] 7ua<; o^e KOCTJJIOS E>it(7GO(/.evo? Trspl 
 yatav 
 
 7 X.SV a>( Jtal SXWV t'TTO (7tO 
 
 28 
 
THE HYMN OF CLEANTHES 
 
 FIRST of Immortals, many-named, for aye 
 Almighty, Lord of all things, who dost sway 
 
 The world with ordered governance, all hail ! 
 Thou God, to whom of right all mortals pray. 
 
 From Thee we have our being, and the dower 
 Of speech, alone of things that live their hour 
 And move on earth : for this my chant to 
 
 Thee 
 Shall rise, and I will ever sing Thy power. 
 
 For Thee this universe revolveth still 
 About our earth, obedient to Thy will ; 
 
 Even as Thou guidest ordering its course, 
 And Thy behest with gladness doth fulfil. 
 29 
 
KAEAN0H 2 
 
 Toiov 2j(S6 uTTOEpyov dbcwTTOis svl 
 
 ae 
 TOU yap UTCO wXTjyij? 9ucsa)<; TTOCVT' sppt 
 
 yaatv, 
 a du ^aTEU'B-uvst; >coivov >.6yov, 6? t 
 
 TTaVTCOV 
 
 <; TOCGOI; yeyaw; \j7raTOi; 
 
 TUaVTOC. 
 
 Tt yiyvsTat spyov STCI ^8-ovl crou 
 
 OUTS >COCT' ai'O-sptov 0-stov 7w6Xov, OUT' 
 
 7TOVTO) 
 
 xaxoi 
 
THE HYMN OF CLEANTHES 
 
 So strong a servant hast Thou of Thine aim, 
 Grasped in Thy hands invincible, the flame 
 Of the forked ever-living lightning flash, 
 Beneath whose stroke shudders all Nature's 
 frame ; 
 
 Wherewith Thou dost direct the common 
 
 Word 
 
 That ever passing through all things is heard, 
 Mingling with greater as with lesser lights ; 
 And being so mighty, everywhere art Lord. 
 
 Without Thee, Spirit, there is nothing wrought 
 On earth, in air the heavenly region nought, 
 
 Upon the waters nothing save the wrongs 
 The wicked work, by foolishness distraught. 
 
M. VALERIVS MARTIALIS 
 
 PUELLA senibus dulcior mihi 
 
 cygnis, 
 
 agna Galesi mollior Phalantini, 
 concha Lucrini delicatior stagni ; 
 cui nee lapillos praeferas Ery- 
 
 thraeos 
 nee modo politum pecudis In- 
 
 dicae dentem, 
 niuesque primas, liliumque non 
 
 tactum ; 
 quae crine uicit Baetici gregis 
 
 uellus, 
 Rhenique nodos, aureamque nite- 
 
 lam ; 
 
 32 
 
THE DEAD CHILD 
 
 LITTLE maiden, sweeter far to me 
 
 Than the swans are with their vaunted 
 snows, 
 
 Maid more tender than the lambkins be 
 Where Galesus by Phalantus flows ; 
 
 Daintier than daintiest shells that lie 
 By the ripples of the Lucrine wave ; 
 
 Choicer than new-polished ivory 
 
 That the herds from Indian jungles gave ; 
 
 Choicer than Erythrae's marbles white, 
 Snows new-fallen, lilies yet unsoiled : 
 
 Softer were your tresses and more bright 
 Than the locks by German maidens coiled, 
 
 33 c 
 
M. VALERIVS MARTIALIS 
 
 fragrauit ore, quod rosarium Paesti, 
 quod Atticarum prima mella cerarum, 
 quod succinorum rapta de manu gleba, 
 cui comparatus indecens erat pauo, 
 inamabilis sciurus, et frequens Phoenix ; 
 adhuc repenti tepet Erotion busto, 
 quam pessimorum lex auara Fatorum 
 sexta peregit hieme, nee tamen tota. 
 Nostros amores, gaudiumque, lususque. 
 
 v. 37- 
 
 34 
 
THE DEAD CHILD 
 
 Than the finest fleeces Baetis shows, 
 
 Than the dormouse with her golden hue : 
 
 Lips more fragrant than the Paestan rose, 
 Than the Attic bees' first honey-dew, 
 
 Or an amber ball, new-pressed and warm ; 
 
 Paled the peacock's sheen, in your compare ; 
 E'en the winsome squirrel lost his charm, 
 
 And the Phoenix seemed no longer rare. 
 
 Scarce Erotion's ashes yet are cold ; 
 
 Greedily grim fate ordained to smite 
 Ere her sixth brief winter had grown old 
 
 Little love, my bliss, my heart's delight. 
 
 35 
 
APISTO^ANHS 
 
 su>.oy?jaat f&uXofieafta TOU; 
 
 OTl 
 
 rcav 
 
 TOO 
 
 p.a^at<7tv sv TS vau- 
 
 O VHCCOVTS; ast TirvS' 
 
 ou yap ou^st^ TUWTTOT' auTCov TOU; 
 
 evavTtoix; t^cov 
 rpi-9-(/.7](JSv, d&V 6 
 
 et TUOU Treaotev < TOV 
 
 av, SIT yjpvouvTO 
 
 t 
 
 36 
 
THE GOOD OLD TIMES 
 
 SING we the praise of our fathers to-day ; 
 Worthy the land and the Mantle were 
 
 they: 
 
 Warriors battling afloat or ashore, 
 Everywhere triumphing, still winning 
 
 more 
 Fame for the City. When facing the 
 
 foe, 
 Never a man of them counted them 
 
 No! 
 Valour was straightway in arms and 
 
 a-fire. 
 Did one in fighting fall flat in the 
 
 mire? 
 Brush off the mud, never own to the 
 
 fall! 
 
 37 
 
API2TOSANH2 
 
 yo; ou&' av el? 
 
 TCOV TTpO TOU (7lT7](7tV ^TTjff' 
 
 vuv S' eav p/yj TrposSpiav 
 
 T(X <71TL(X, 
 
 ou p.a^ei'<j'8-at <pactv. 
 
 (/.SV T^ TTO^St 
 
 yevvaico; afAuvstv xal 
 
 TOdOUTOVl (JLOVOV 
 
 TUOT' etpvjvy] ysvTjTat xat 
 
 (JLV) 
 
 EQUITES, 565. 
 
THE GOOD OLD TIMES 
 
 Back to the grip ! not a man of them all 
 Chosen for Captain would clamour for 
 
 feeding, 
 Beg of Cleaenetus. Now, they're all 
 
 needing 
 
 Victuals as well as precedence if not, 
 They won't go fighting, this valorous 
 
 lot! 
 
 Ah, but we count it for glory to guard 
 Nobly and well, for no dirty reward, 
 Altar and home; and no guerdon beside 
 Ask, but this only if peace shall betide, 
 Labours be ended, don't grudge if we 
 
 wear 
 Love-locks, and sport quite a dandified 
 
 air. 
 
 39 
 
ETPIIIIAH2 
 
 to (piXTa-fr' to? coi <9-avaTO rX-9-e 
 si (JLSV yap s&avs? rcpo TudXeto?, 
 
 TE 3cal T7<; i.ao-9-eou 
 
 YjdO-' av, st Tt TCOV^S 
 vuv S' auV t^tov (JLSv yvou; TS 
 TSJCVOV, 
 
 xpaTO? co$ c' sitetpsv 
 TuaTpoSa, Ao^tou 
 ov TrdXT.' dxvjTueuff' 7) 
 
 ' s^to/cev, sv-8-sv 
 payvTtov (pdvo<;, tv 
 Aeyto. 
 
 40 
 
ASTYANAX 
 
 OH, it was hard, so hard for thee to die, 
 My darling. To have fallen before the walls 
 In manhood's vigour, having known the joys 
 Of wedlock, lived a king the mate of gods 
 Why, that were happiness, if ought there be 
 Of happiness in the world. But now, poor babe, 
 Thou didst behold these things, and learn of 
 
 them, 
 
 But know them never, never at all could'st taste 
 Possession of them in a home thine own. 
 Unhappy ! how thy fathers' walls, the towers 
 Of Loxias, have piteously laid low 
 The curls thy mother tended oft and kissed 
 Whence grins a carnage now of shattered bones, 
 And worse I will not name. 
 41 
 
EY PiniAHS 
 
 s,x.ou<; (A 
 > , Iv ap&poti; 3' >tXuTOt Trpo' 
 
 [/.Ot. 
 
 (/.', 6V staTUTrrcov 
 
 cot 
 jtspoO[xai Trpo? TOC^OV ^ 6p]>.i- 
 
 X.COV 
 
 cu S* ou>c [/.', aXV syco cs TOV vecoTepov 
 Ypau; a7ro>>t? aTSxvo? a-8-Xiov 8-aTTTco vs- 
 
 xpo'v. 
 
 ot^oi, TOC TroXV acTrac^a-B'' at T' e^al rpo^at 
 Trovot T' sxstvot (ppou^a (/.ot. Tt /cat TUOTS 
 ypa^stsv av GO! (/.oucoTuoto? sv Ta^pco ; 
 TOV Tcat^a TOV^' sx.Ttvav 'Apystot TC 
 
 y' 
 
 TROADES, 1167. 
 
ASTYAN AX 
 
 Ah, little hands, 
 
 So sweet a counterfeit of his, thy sire's, 
 Nerveless before me droop your fingers now. 
 Ah, little lips that prattled boastfully, 
 Ye are dumb, ye played me false, when on my 
 
 couch 
 Thou once didst fling thyself, and cry, ' Oh, 
 
 mother, 
 
 The plenteous locks I '11 cut me off, and bring 
 My comrades to your tomb in companies, 
 With loving words!' Not thou, not thou for me, 
 But I for thee, a homeless, childless crone, 
 For thee, so young, prepare the untimely grave. 
 Ah me, the fond caresses, all the care 
 And all the loving labour, gone, all gone ! 
 What should a poet write upon thy tomb ? 
 'This boy the Argives slew, because they 
 
 feared ! ' 
 Black, black the shame to Hellas of that rede. 
 
 43 
 
SEX. AVRELIVS PROPERTIVS 
 
 QUANDOCUNQUE igitur nostros 
 
 mors claudet ocellos, 
 accipe quae serues funeris acta 
 mei. 
 
 Nee mea tune longa spatietur ima- 
 gine pompa, 
 
 nee tuba sit fati uana querela 
 mei, 
 
 nee mihi tune fulcro sternatur lectus 
 
 eburno, 
 
 nee sit in Attalico mors mea nixa 
 toro. 
 
THE POET'S DEATH 
 
 AND so whene'er it shall befall 
 
 That with shut eyes in death I sleep, 
 Hear now the rites thy care shall keep, 
 
 The service of my funeral. 
 
 The slow procession shall not wend 
 With waxen masks, an endless show ; 
 For me the trumpet shall not blow, 
 
 Vain wailing for the destined end. 
 
 Let not the couch for me that day 
 Be spread upon an ivory frame ; 
 Not such as Attalus might claim, 
 
 The bed whereon my corpse you lay. 
 
 45 
 
SEX. AVRELIVS PROPERTIVS 
 
 Desit odoriferis ordo mihi lancibus, 
 
 adsint 
 plebei paruae funeris exequiae. 
 
 Sat mihi sat magna est si tres sint 
 
 pompa libelli, 
 
 quos ego Persephonae maxima dona 
 feram. 
 
 Tu uero nudum pectus lacerata 
 
 sequeris, 
 
 nee fueris nomen lassa uocare 
 meum, 
 
 osculaque in gelidis pones suprema 
 
 labellis, 
 
 cum dabitur Syrio munere plenus 
 onyx. 
 
THE POET'S DEATH 
 
 No savours sweet from platters rare 
 For me in ordered state shall rise ; 
 The rites that mark my obsequies 
 
 Be those that lowly folk may share. 
 
 Enough of pomp, enough for me, 
 These three slight books of mine to take 
 The richest gift that I can make 
 
 For homage to Persephone. 
 
 But thou, but thou behind wilt press, 
 And smite in grief thy bosom bare ; 
 Nor ever wilt thou tire nor spare 
 
 To call my name for weariness. 
 
 And thou wilt print thy kiss, the last 
 Long kiss on lips that death has chilled, 
 When with its Syrian treasure filled 
 
 The onyx casket down is cast. 
 
 47 
 
SEX. AVRELIVS PROPERTIVS 
 
 Deinde, ubi suppositus cinerem me fecerit 
 
 ardor, 
 accipiat manes paruola testa meos, 
 
 et sit in exiguo laurus super addita 
 
 busto 
 
 quae tegat extinct! funeris umbra 
 locum ; 
 
 et duo sint versus, ' qui nunc iacet 
 
 horrida puluis, 
 
 unius hie quondam seruus amoris 
 erat.' 
 
 iii. 5. 
 
 4 8 
 
THE POET'S DEATH 
 
 And when at length the kindled flame 
 My body shall to ashes burn, 
 An earthen vase, a tiny urn, 
 
 Shall hold the ghost that bore my name. 
 
 And on the scanty plot shall grow 
 A laurel, where had stood my pyre, 
 And cast its shadows where the fire 
 
 Of death long since has ceased to glow. 
 
 And brief my epitaph shall run : 
 ' While yet he lived, who now is just 
 This handful of unlovely dust, 
 
 One love he served, and served but one.' 
 
 49 
 
l, &upo TOV vouv 
 
 yap ufjuv f/,e^<p6(/.(jO-' ev 
 avTiov. 
 
 aTravTcov to<ps>,oi'- 
 
 ou -8-usr' ou^s 
 
 atTivs? TVjpou^sv up.a;. ^v yap ^ TI? 
 
 $o^o; 
 
 (ATJ^Svl $UV VCO, TOT' 7^ (3pOVT(0(J!.V ^ 
 
 ^ax. 
 
 EtTOC TOV 
 
THE REPROOF 
 
 JUDICIOUS spectators ! attention we pray. 
 
 We are hurt, and we 've something reproachful 
 
 to say. 
 Not a god of them all gives more help to the 
 
 nation, 
 
 Yet never an offering, ne'er a libation 
 Comes our way just ours, who look after you so. 
 Why, whene'er on some cracked expedition 
 
 you go, 
 
 We thunder or drizzle. As every one knows, 
 When that damned Paphlagonian tanner you 
 
 chose 
 For your Captain, black brows we drew down 
 
 and we scowled, 
 
API2TO* A NH2 
 
 OC; 6<ppuc 
 
 cuvryo^ev 
 
 stva* ppovrq $' ^ppot 
 
 f 6 S' 
 
 si<; eaurov su 
 
 ou ^avsv <pacr/tv up.tv, si 
 yy^GSL K^swv. 
 
 o[/.wi; ei^sa^s TOUTOV. cpacl yap 
 
 Tvj&e TYJ TTO^SI 7rpo<7Tvai, TauTa [/.SVTOI 
 
 TOU; -8-sou? 
 OCTT' av u|/.sT$ d^a^apTTjT' dm TO 
 
 ? Ss jcal TOUTO uvoiGt aSi 
 
 TOV 
 
THE REPROOF 
 
 And made an appalling to-do : thunder 
 
 howled, 
 Lightning blazed ; the moon slid from her 
 
 natural way, 
 And the sun drew his wick in, and vowed 
 
 * not a ray 
 Shall be granted if Cleon be Captain,' and 
 
 still 
 You elected just him. Well, when counsels 
 
 of ill 
 Possess you, they say that, whatever 
 
 befall, 
 The gods turn your blunders to luck after 
 
 all. 
 Now we '11 tell in a word how to turn this 
 
 to healing ; 
 If only this cormorant of borrowing and 
 
 stealing, 
 This Cleon you seize, and if promptly you 
 
 stock him, 
 
 53 
 
API2TO$ AN H2 
 
 SlTOt <lJ,a><77T TOUTOU TOO uXtp TOV 
 
 au^-t? si? Tap^atov ujjLtv, t TI y- 
 
 (/.apTETS, 
 
 sm TO P>.TIOV TO wpayfjia TVJ 
 
 NUBES, 575. 
 
 54 
 
THE REPROOF 
 
 If fast in the pillory collared you lock 
 
 him, 
 In spite of your small aberration, once 
 
 more 
 The affair will bring luck to the State, as 
 
 before. 
 
 55 
 
AI2XTA02 
 
 XO. xal TI? ToS' XOIT' av ayysXcov 
 
 KA. " 
 
 p^TOV 
 
 cTr ayyapou 
 
 TUUpO? 
 
 V TTpO? 'Ep{/.(XlOV 
 
 ]<; T (?TOVTOV 
 
 TCOpUToG XofLTCaSo^ Trpo; 
 
 56 
 
THE BEACON-RACE 
 
 CH. Yea ? But what messenger could speed 
 
 so fast ? 
 CLYT. The Fire-god, flaming bright on Ida's 
 
 crest ; 
 
 Beacon to beacon flashed the courier- 
 blaze 
 
 Ida to Hermes' Crag in Lemnos isle : 
 And the great island bonfire, Athos Point 
 The mount of Zeus the third in order 
 
 caught, 
 And, towering high to skim the watery 
 
 waste 
 
 It fed the speeding glare with joyous 
 strength 
 
 57 
 
AI2XYA02 
 
 7USUX.7J, TO 
 
 er&a; TuapayysiXada MoodffTOu 
 
 o a OUTI [/iX^tov ou&' a<ppa<7[/.6vto? UTTVCO 
 
 TuapYJjtsv ayy&ou ^ipo<;' 
 SE 9pu)CToO 90); sV EuptTiOu 
 poa? 
 
 oi 
 
 TTpOCO) 
 
 ypaia; sptjaj; O-cofAOv a^avrs; TUupC. 
 
 }^a[/.7ua<; S' ouSsTuto [/.aupou- 
 
 iov 'AdtoTuoO, 
 v7j<;, ?up6? KiO-atpcovo; 
 
 YjytpV (X 
 
 <ppoupa, TTEOV >taiouca TCOV 
 
 S' UTUEp FopycOTTlV (7X7](j/V 
 
 58 
 
THE BEACON-RACE 
 
 A shining brand, that tossed the golden 
 
 beam 
 
 Sun-like to a watcher on Macistus height. 
 Nor tarried he, nor failed to play his part 
 Of messenger, o'ercome by heedless sleep. 
 To far Euripus' streams the beacon light 
 Shot with its signal to Messapius' guards : 
 Their answering fire still flashed the tidings 
 
 on, 
 
 Who set the high-piled heather sere ablaze ; 
 The mighty torch, unflagging, leaped the 
 
 plain 
 
 Of far Asopus, like a gleaming moon, 
 On to Cithaeron's rock, and roused once 
 
 more 
 
 A fresh successor of the news-fraught flare. 
 Nor did the watch their herald-flame deny, 
 But more than bidden heaped the warning 
 
 glow. 
 
 Across the mere Gorgopis flashed the light, 
 59 
 
AI2XYA02 
 
 opo; T' *7' 
 
 &q/.6v (/.T 
 
 ' av&aiovTEi; acpO-ovto 
 9>.oyo; (xeyav Trwywva, xal 
 
 770pd-(JLOU JCGCTOTUTOV 
 
 a(ptx.TO 
 
 ' 'ATpt^COV S? TO 
 
 CO TO^' OUJt OCTUaTTTTOV 
 
 TOt (/.Ot ^ap-TTa^Tj^OpWV V0(/.0l 
 
 Trap' aXXou StaSo^aSi; 
 
 TtpcoTO? xa 
 
 TOIOUTOV CU^ooV T (JOt 
 
 7rapayyiXavTo; i* Tpoia; tyoi 
 
 AGAMEMNON, 2Q2. 
 60 
 
THE BEACON-RACE 
 
 Reached Aegiplanctus, stirred them rous- 
 
 ingly 
 
 In nowise to neglect the fires ordained. 
 They kindle and send on with strength 
 
 undimmed 
 A giant beard of blaze, whose beams o'er- 
 
 leaped 
 
 The cliff that frowns on the Saronic strait. 
 Then, then, it darted, then at length 
 
 attained 
 
 Arachne's crag, the post hard by our town : 
 So lighted last here on our royal roof 
 The fiery heir of Ida's flame begot. 
 Such was the ordering of my torch-bearers, 
 Making the course complete, each after each ; 
 And the first wins, though hindmost in the 
 
 race. 
 
 Such token and such sign to you I tell, 
 As such to me my lord hath sent from Troy. 
 
 61 
 
P. VERGILIVS MARO 
 
 TENE, inquit, miserande puer, cum laeta 
 
 ueniret, 
 
 inuidit Fortuna mihi, ne regna uideres 
 nostra, neque ad sedes uictor ueherere 
 
 paternas ? 
 
 non haec Euandro de te promissa parenti 
 discedens dederam ; cum me complexus 
 
 euntem 
 mitteret in magnum imperium, metu- 
 
 ensque moneret 
 
 acres esse uiros, cum dura proelia gente. 
 At nunc ille quidem spe multum captus 
 
 inani 
 fors et uota facit, cumulatque altaria 
 
 donis : 
 
 62 
 
PALLAS DEAD 
 
 'AH, luckless youth! when Fortune came in glee, 
 Was it to grudge me thee, that thou shouldst 
 
 ne'er 
 Behold my kingship, nor in victory 
 
 Triumphant to thy father's halls repair ? 
 Not this the parting promise that I sware 
 To Evander thy old sire, when he embraced me, 
 With anxious warnings, how the foe that faced 
 me 
 
 ' Is fierce, and stern the race with whom I cope ; 
 So sent me forth to win wide empery. 
 
 He sorely now beguiled with empty hope 
 Perchance makes offering, piles the altars high 
 With many a gift ; while we right mournfully 
 63 
 
P. VERGILIVS MARO 
 
 nos itmenem exanimum, et nil iam 
 
 caelestibus ullis 
 debentem uano maesti comitamur 
 
 honore. 
 
 Infelix, nati funus crudele uidebis. 
 Hi nostri reditus,exspectatique triumphi? 
 Haec mea magna fides ? At non Euandre 
 
 pudendis 
 uolneribus pulsum aspicies, nee sospite 
 
 dirum 
 optabis nato funus pater. Hei mihi, 
 
 quantum 
 praesidium Ausonia, et quantum tu 
 
 perdis, lule. 
 Haec ubi defleuit, tolli miserabile 
 
 corpus 
 
 imperat, et toto lectos ex agmine mittit 
 mille uiros, qui supremum comitentur 
 
 honorem 
 intersintque patris lacrimis, solatia 
 
 luctus 
 
 6 4 
 
PALLAS DEAD 
 
 With honours vain his lifeless son escort, 
 His debt discharged to all the heavenly court. 
 
 ' Thou shalt but see thy son's most cruel lot. 
 
 Is this our coming ? this the victor's prize ? 
 This my high troth ? But not, Evander, not 
 
 Stricken with shameful wounds he meets thine 
 eyes, 
 
 Nor for a sterner doom the father cries, 
 The son unharmed. How dear a guard is gone 
 For thee, Ausonia, and for thee, my son ! ' 
 
 With tears Aeneas ended : then commands 
 To be uplifted high the lifeless frame ; 
 
 Picked from the hosts he sends the chosen bands, 
 A thousand warriors : who to guard him came, 
 And pay the last sad honours to his name, 
 
 And share the father's tears a scant relief 
 
 To that sad father due, for boundless grief. 
 65 B 
 
P. VERGILIVS MARO 
 
 exigua ingentis, misero sed debita patri. 
 Haud segnes alii crates et molle feretrum 
 arbuteis texunt uirgis et uimine querno, 
 extructosque toros obtentu frondis inum- 
 
 brant. 
 Hie iuuenem agresti sublimem stramine 
 
 ponunt : 
 
 qualem uirgineo demissum pollice florem, 
 seu mollis uiolae, seu languentis hya- 
 
 cinthi, 
 cui neque fulgor adhuc, nee iam sua 
 
 forma recessit : 
 non iam mater alit tellus, uiresque mini- 
 
 strat. 
 
 AENEID, xi. 42 
 
 66 
 
PALLAS DEAD 
 
 Some with swift hands a wicker frame enlace, 
 A pliant litter, of the saplings twined 
 
 Of arbutus and shoots of oak : and place 
 
 O'ershadowing leaves ; whose verdure all 
 
 enshrined 
 The funeral bed thus cunningly designed. 
 
 Then on the couch in woodland guise arrayed 
 
 On high the corse of that sweet youth is laid. 
 
 Even such he seemed, as some fair flower that 
 
 fell 
 By maiden fingers plucked and laid full low, 
 
 Some tender violet, or some drooping bell 
 Of the blue hyacinth ; the living glow 
 Still lingers still the delicate grace ye know. 
 
 No more the earth her child may feed with dew, 
 
 Nor that young life that filled its veins renew. 
 
 67 
 
YJ TT&I? TTSTUOV- 
 
 &Vflu 
 TOCUTOV ; TE TWV Tro^tTwv TOU<; x.a>>ou? re 
 
 >caya-8ou; 
 s? TE Tap^aTov v6|/.t(7(7.a )cal TO /caivov 
 
 OX V T a TOUTOlGtV OU(7tV OU >C/ 
 
 OCTUOCVTCOV, a<; 
 
 xa .voi; co<; XOTUEICI >tat 
 
 sv T TGI; "EXT.vjdt scat Tot? 
 68 
 
COUNTERFEIT COINS 
 
 Now the thought has often struck me that 
 our conduct is the same 
 
 In the matter of our citizens who bear an 
 honoured name, 
 
 As in dealing with the coins of olden 
 mintage and the new. 
 
 These, which no alloy debases, coins with- 
 out a peer it 's true 
 
 None so perfect in the cutting, none like 
 these that ring so sound, 
 
 Search through all the lands of Hellas, all 
 the strangers' realms around 
 69 
 
API2TOSANHS 
 
 TOI? 
 
 T Jtal TUpo'vjV XOTUStfft TO^ )ta>tl<JT(j) 
 
 xdiAfAatn, 
 
 TWV TTOXlTCOV 9'' OU? {JLSV %(7|/,SV SuyEVST? /.OCl 
 
 OVTOC? xal ^i/caiou; x-al /ca^ou? TS 
 x.aya-8-oui;, 
 
 pa9svTa; sv 77y."Xat(7Tai!; >tat 
 >cai 
 
 jca Trupptaii; 
 
 TuovyjpoT? x-ax. TTOVVJOCOV si; 
 
 uffTotTOi^ a9iy^voi(7tv, oiatv TJ TUO 
 
 TOU 
 
 ou^ ^apfjLaxoTfftv EIXTJ paSico; s^pvjffaT' 
 
 av. 
 aXXa xal vuv, COVOVJTOI, [J 
 
 70 
 
COUNTERFEIT COINS 
 
 These we never use, preferring the atrocious 
 
 brassy crew 
 Cut just now or t'other morning cut so 
 
 very vilely, too ! 
 So whene'er we know a citizen is nobly 
 
 born and sensible, 
 A man of truth and honour trained in 
 
 sports and arts and graces, 
 We insult him, and some foreign scamp, 
 
 some brazen slave ostensible, 
 Some blackguard born of blackguard stock, 
 
 we plant in all the ' places ' : 
 All the very last arrivals we'd have felt 
 
 some hesitation 
 Long ago in even sacrificing rashly for the 
 
 nation. 
 Come, e'en now, you 'd best reform, my 
 
 foolish friends, and change your ways, 
 Use again the useful folks. If you succeed, 
 it 's only just ; 
 
API2TO<f> ANH2 
 
 TOI? )cp>]<JToT<jiv ai<Jh; 4 xal 
 
 cri yap 
 euXoyov *av TI d^a^vJT', e$ a^iou yofv 
 
 TOU $U>.OU, 
 
 YJv Tt >cal Tuad/'/jTe, 7ra<y^tv rot; 50901? 
 
 RANAE, 718. 
 
 \ 
 
 72 
 
COUNTERFEIT COINS 
 
 And if still you fail and come to grief, yet 
 
 every wise man says 
 You Ve a gallows worth the hanging from, 
 
 at least, if hang you must ! 
 
 73 
 
ETPiniAHS 
 
 AA. 91X01, yuvawto; oaC^ 
 
 TOU^O'J V0pi(j>, JtaiTTSp OU 
 
 TV]; piv yap ou&ev aXyo; a^STat TUOTS 
 
 eyw &' 6v ou ^pvjv ^v, xapsl; TO (y.op(7t- 
 
 ov <W.co PIOTOV aprt 
 yap &O{AO>V TWV 
 
 (XV TTpOaeiTTWV, TOU & 7UpOGp7]0-t; U770, 
 U ; TUOt Tp^0 
 
 73 (jv yap 
 
 yuvaix-o; uva; EUT av 
 , 
 74 
 
 oictv 
 
ADMETUS 
 
 AH, friends, I hold my wife's the happier lot, 
 Happier than mine, for all it seems not so. 
 Her shall no pain touch any more ; the praise 
 Is hers, who found release from many a grief. 
 But I, who should not live, gave fate the slip, 
 And must to the end drag out a dreary life. 
 I see it now ; it breaks upon me now. 
 How shall I bear home-coming to this home ? 
 Whom shall I greet, or who will greet me back, 
 To cheer that coming home? Where shall I 
 
 turn ? 
 
 Indoors, the desolateness will drive me forth, 
 Whene'er I look upon her empty couch, 
 Her empty chair where she was wont to sit, 
 The dusty floors that lack her woman's care ; 
 75 
 
E YPIHI AH2 
 
 au^LVjpov oua<;, re/cva &' a[/,<pl youvact 
 TuiTCTOvra x,Xaiy) [/.vjTEp 1 , ol 
 (7Tevo)(7tv otav iy. Sojuov a7uco>.(jav. 
 ra [Asv XOCT' obtou; 
 
 ya[/.oi T ewdi scrdawv >ta 
 
 ou yap e^a 
 
 COV JCUps TOC 
 TOV atff^pa? COV^', 65 OUJC 
 
 aXX' vjv yv][Av a 
 
 >taT' av stvat 
 
 TOU<; 
 
 '(!>. Tt p.0t 
 
 /."XuovTt xal xa>tc3? 
 
 ALCESTIS, 935. 
 76 
 
ADMETUS 
 
 Whene'er the children cling about my knees, 
 Sobbing out ' Mother ! mother ! ' and the folk 
 Bewail the wise sweet mistress they have lost. 
 So will it be within : and out of doors, 
 The people's wedding feasts, the gatherings 
 Where women throng, will drive me thence again. 
 For never shall I dare to see the face 
 Of dames whose years were matched with hers, 
 
 my wife's. 
 
 And every man that bears me hard will say, 
 ' Lo there ! the wretch whose life is a reproach, 
 Who dared not die, but, for his coward soul, 
 Yielded his wedded wife in his own stead, 
 So balked his doom ! And count you this a man? 
 He hates his very parents, for his dread 
 Of his own dying.' Other ills beside, 
 This is the vile repute that must be mine. 
 How then is life for me more enviable 
 With darkened name and fame, and darkened 
 
 days? 
 
 77 
 
Q. HORATIVS FLACCVS 
 
 NON ebur neque aureum 
 mea renidet in domo lacunar, 
 non trabes Hymettiae 
 premunt columnas ultima re- 
 
 cisas 
 
 Africa, neque Attali 
 ignotus heres regiam occupaui, 
 nee Laconicas mihi 
 trahunt honestae purpuras cli- 
 
 entae. 
 
 At fides et ingeni 
 benigna uena est, pauperemque 
 
 diues 
 
 me petit ; nihil supra 
 78 
 
THE VANITY OF RICHES 
 
 GOLDEN ceilings, ivory fine, 
 Do not grace this home of mine ; 
 Marbles from Hymettus brought 
 Press not upon pillars wrought 
 Out of Afric's quarries far : 
 Not for me the splendours are 
 Of halls for Attalus erected 
 (Proved an heir all unsuspected !) 
 No good spinners for me ply 
 Threads Laconian purples dye. 
 Loyal heart and kindly wit 
 To rich guests a welcome fit 
 Yield, tho' I the host be poor. 
 Nothing ampler I implore 
 79 
 
Q. HORATIVS FLACCVS 
 
 deos lacesso nee potentem 
 
 amicum 
 largiora flagito 
 satis beatus unicis Sabinis. 
 Truditur dies die 
 nouaeque pergunt interire 
 
 lunae. 
 
 Tu secanda marmora 
 locas sub ipsum funus et 
 
 sepulcri 
 
 immemor struis domos, 
 marisque Baiis obstrepentis 
 
 urgues 
 
 summouere litora, 
 parum locuples continente ripa. 
 Quid quod usque proximos 
 reuellis agri terminos et ultra 
 limites clientium 
 salis auarus? Pellitur pater- 
 
 nos 
 
 80 
 
THE VANITY OF RICHES 
 
 Of the gods, importunate ; 
 
 Nor from friendship with the great 
 
 Seek to win a richer prize : 
 
 Since my Sabine farm supplies 
 
 Bliss enough for all my needs. 
 
 Day to fleeting day succeeds ; 
 
 Still the new moons wax and wane 
 
 Till their light is gone again. 
 
 You contract for marbled floors 
 
 Death is knocking at your doors. 
 
 Thoughtless of your tomb, you pile 
 
 Palaces, and strive awhile 
 
 To extend your barriered shore 
 
 Where the seas of Baiae roar, 
 
 Since the beach that bounds the waves 
 
 Fails of what your lacking craves. 
 
 Nay, you pluck the landmarks out 
 
 Of the neighbouring fields about ; 
 
 Skip the clients' borders o er, 
 
 Lightly yearning yet for more. 
 
 81 F 
 
Q. HORATIVS FLACCVS 
 
 in sinu ferens deos 
 
 et uxor et uir sordidosque 
 
 natos. 
 
 Nulla certior tamen 
 rapacis Orci fine destinata 
 aula diuitem manet 
 erum. Quid ultra tendis ? 
 
 Aequa tellus 
 pauperi recluditur 
 regumque pueris, nee satelles 
 
 Orci 
 
 callidum Promethea 
 reuexit auro captus. Hie 
 
 superbum 
 
 Tantalum atque Tantali 
 genus coercet, hie leuare 
 
 functum 
 
 pauperem laboribus 
 uocatus atque non uocatus 
 
 audit ODES, ii. 1 8 
 
 82 
 
THE VANITY OF RICHES 
 
 Wife and husband forth are thrust ; 
 In their arms they carry just 
 Gods their fathers honoured aye, 
 And their babes to poverty. 
 Yet, though rich the owner be, 
 Ne'er a house so certainly 
 Waits him as the one decreed 
 By devouring Orcus' meed 
 Would you pass the limit set ? 
 Prince and pauper, equal yet 
 Is the space for each prepared : 
 Nor by golden bribes ensnared 
 Did His ferryman restore 
 Over-wise Prometheus o'er. 
 Tantalus, for all his pride, 
 Him and all his race beside 
 He constraineth ; and 'tis He 
 Hears the poor man's litany 
 Craving rest from toil and tears 
 Called or no, 'tis Orcus hears. 
 83 
 
ETPiniAHS 
 
 OTOCV s (3opeac X l 
 
 &r patat. atojptTv <7(2 [/.a Ttspiacv [/.ov, 
 
 >cal Tolp avai-8-wv, 
 
 yv avayx.7) x.av s.7) >cav 
 
 Troiav Tafia maivei 
 ayo' OUTIVI 
 
 oi, 
 xal r^ ^eyt<7T7) yacrpl TT 
 
 ye xat 9ayeTv 
 
 ZeCJ<; OUTO; avO-ptoTrotci TOITI da)(ppoci, 
 84 
 
THE CYCLOPEAN PHILOSOPHY 
 
 WHEN the North wind from Thrace brings 
 
 the snows up, 
 
 In the skins of wild beasts I wrap close up, 
 Poke the fire well, and care not a stiver 
 For the storm. And the Earth must be giver 
 Willy-nilly of plentiful grazing 
 To fatten the cattle I 'm raising. 
 To myself I pay sacrifice solely, 
 Not to one of your gods no such folly 
 And my belly, the best (as you see it is) 
 And biggest of all the deities. 
 To eat all the day, and to tipple, 
 That 's Zeus to all sensible people ; 
 85 
 
E Y PIHI AH2 
 
 auTOV 01 &s TOI ? v6 
 s-9-svTO, irooctXXovre^ av^ptoTucov pfov, 
 )cXatsiv avtoya' rrv ^' s^v ^u^rv syo v 
 01' 7wcuroiai &o~v s<* JtaTSffO-tcov re cs. 
 
 CYCLOPS, 329. 
 
 86 
 
THE CYCLOPEAN PHILOSOPHY 
 
 And never let anything vex you. 
 The folk that make laws, and perplex you 
 With making a man's life a pother 
 Be hanged to their meddling and bother. 
 For myself, I '11 continue to treat you 
 As best suits myself and to eat you. 
 
 87 
 
ETPiniAHS 
 
 MA. 6) x<xip, 7upG(3u, /alps, x.al 
 
 TO ?rav cro<poij<;, 
 co<J7uep (ju* (Jt.TjSsv (y-aXXov ap*<7ou<ri yap. 
 TTStpw ^s acoaat [/.Y] ^avetv 7rpoO-u(/.o<; <ov 
 aol TOXI&< (7AV catv 
 
 wpav 
 
 avTt TOJV&E xaT'B-av 
 V) Trapouc' 6 
 
 73 '(XT] 7uapoiO-v jtapSta 
 
 xal TOV ypovTa TVJV T' ffw ypaiav 
 
 88 
 
THE SACRIFICE 
 
 FAREWELL, old friend, farewell. For these my 
 
 brothers, 
 
 Train them for my sake like thyself, in all 
 Wise, as thou art ; no more ; sufficeth so. 
 Strive to deliver them from death, kind heart 
 Thy children are we, nurselings of thy hands. 
 I too, thou seest, can give my bridal bloom 
 For them, for their sakes shall go forth to die. 
 
 And you, my band of brothers, round me now, 
 All happiness be yours, yours all the bliss 
 Whereof too soon my heart shall be bereft. 
 Honour this aged man beside ; and her 
 The old dame within, Alcmene, she that bore 
 89 
 
EYPIHIAH2 
 
 TE Tou(7. jtav dww&Xayij TUO 
 xal VOCTO; up.tv supe^yj TTOT' sx ' 
 
 a Tot Kxaaov' ou yap 
 
 Tjv, a7^Xa Tupou^avov ysvou;. 
 a^' avTi TUOCI^WV SGTL p.ot Jcst/ 
 >cat 7rap-9-sveia<; 7 si' TI ^ 
 sl'7) y (AEVTOi filj^v* si yap 
 jca^E'i [xep([/.va^ oi -B-avoufjLEvot ppOTeov, 
 oux, ot J OTrot Tt Tpe^STOT TO yap -8-avElv 
 
 HERACLIDAE, 574. 
 
THE SACRIFICE 
 
 Our sire ; and these kind hosts : and if release 
 Come from your griefs, and if the gods at length 
 Restore you home ah, then, remember me 
 Your saviour, that 'twere meet you bury me, 
 Bury me nobly. For I failed you not, 
 But for my kinsfolk yielded up my life. 
 For hope of babes, for flower of maidenhood 
 This treasure is mine if any such, indeed, 
 There be for us who pass beneath the sod : 
 Seeing none there may be ; since if there, even 
 
 there, 
 
 Still cares await us who are set to die 
 Ah ! whither shall we turn us then ? For Death 
 We count of griefs the cure that cannot fail. 
 
M. VALERIVS MARTIALIS 
 
 QUID tibi nobiscum est, ludi 
 
 scelerate magister, 
 inuisum pueris uirginibusque 
 
 caput ? 
 
 Nondum cristati rupere si- 
 
 lentia galli ; 
 murmure iam saeuo uerberi- 
 
 busque tonas. 
 
 Tarn graue percussis incudi- 
 
 bus aera resultant, 
 causidicum medio cum faber 
 
 aptat equo. 
 92 
 
THE SCHOOLMASTER 
 
 OH, what have we to do with you, 
 
 You usher woe betide you ? 
 The lads detest you, so they^ do, 
 
 The lasses can't abide you. 
 
 Before the ruddy-crested cocks 
 Have broke the morning silence, 
 
 Your angry growls, your thumps and knocks, 
 The folk may hear a mile hence. 
 
 So rings the echoing metal with 
 The anvil's clangs and clamours, 
 
 When on his steed of bronze the smith 
 Some lawyer's statue hammers. 
 93 
 
M. VALERIVS MARTIALIS 
 
 Mitior in magno clamor furit 
 
 amphitheatre, 
 uincenti parmae cum sua 
 
 turba fauet. 
 
 Vicini somnum non tota 
 
 nocte rogamus ; 
 nam uigilare leue est, perui- 
 
 gilare graue. 
 
 Discipulos dimitte tuos ; uis, 
 
 garrule, quantum 
 accipis ut clames accipere ut 
 
 taceas ? 
 
 ix. 69. 
 
 94 
 
THE SCHOOLMASTER 
 
 Not half so vile the row you hear 
 At shows from each spectator, 
 
 When howling crowds applaud some dear 
 Victorious gladiator. 
 
 To let us sleep the livelong night 
 
 Is more than we petition ; 
 Merely to wake at times were slight 
 
 Tis hard sans intermission. 
 
 So let them go, the girls and boys ; 
 
 O man of endless spouting, 
 D'you want as fee to hold your noise 
 
 What now you J re paid for shouting ? 
 
 95 
 
TTPTAIOS 
 
 T&va[/.vat, yap )ca"Xov ivl Trpojxa 
 
 (7UV 
 
 ypOVTl 
 
 T (7UV 
 
 av&p' aya-9-ov Trcpi TJ 
 va(7,evov. 
 
 ^V 3' aUTOU TCpoT-tTUOVTa TToXtV X.al 
 
 Trlova; aypou; 
 
 7UTO)^UtV TTOCVTOiV dCT ? <XVl7]pOTa- 
 TOV, 
 
DEATH OR VICTORY 
 
 OH, Death is only Glory 
 
 When foremost in the fight 
 The hero falls, a-battling 
 
 For Fatherland and Right. 
 But when he quits his fatherland, 
 
 The fields where he was born, 
 And turns himself to beggary, 
 
 His lot is utter scorn. 
 
 His aged sire beside him, 
 And she that gave him life, 
 
 And all his little children 
 
 And his tender wedded wife ; 
 97 
 
TYPTAI02 
 
 [/lv yap TOifft [tGT&raSTOt, ou<; 
 
 v7] sl'jccav xal 
 
 TS ysvo?, xaTa S' aylaov 
 s^sy^si, 
 ' dcTt^tv] xa! >tax.6T7]? 
 
 ei ^' ouTO)? av^po; TOI a>.o)^vou ou- 
 
 $S[/.l' (Op7) 
 
 yiyvTai, ouV aiScag OUT' OTTL; OUT' 
 
 yy; wsp T^<7 p.a^w^a /.at 
 
 7Upl TUOCl^COV 
 
 fJLCVOi. 
 
 co vot, a^a p.a}(<jfr Trap' 
 
 9 8 
 
DEATH OR VICTORY 
 
 Hateful is he to all men 
 
 That meet him by the way, 
 Who yields himself to poverty 
 
 And sordid want a prey. 
 He brings dishonour on his race, 
 
 Belies the form he bears, 
 And all contempt and vileness 
 
 Are the portion of his heirs. 
 
 Since for the roving outcast 
 
 No reverence is in truth, 
 No least respect is granted, 
 
 No courtesy nor ruth 
 Then march we forth high-hearted 
 
 To battle for our land, 
 And die to guard our children, 
 
 With our life in our right hand. 
 
 So shoulder still to shoulder 
 Let every gallant fight, 
 99 
 
TYPTAI02 
 
 ' av^paat [/.apva- 
 
 TOU<; ^s Tua'XatOTSpou*;, oSv OUXSTI you- 
 
 VOCT' sXafppa, 
 (y-yj xaTotXetTTOvre^ (psuysTS, TOU? 
 
 yspaiou;' 
 aic^pov yap &TJ TOUTO (/.STOC 7rpO[/.a- 
 
 cO-s vwv av^pa 
 
 TSpOV, 
 
 yj Xeu/.ov s^ovTa /tapv] ?:o^t6v re 
 
 yeveiov, 
 
 8-U{jt.6v aTUOTTveiovT' a>,y.i[AOv sv 
 dftaToevr 1 ai&ota 91X015 sv 
 
 100 
 
DEATH OR VICTORY 
 
 And never start a-croaking, 
 
 And never head the flight. 
 Rouse up great hearts and valiant, 
 
 Nor care a jot for life 
 When foeman faces foeman 
 
 In the crash of mortal strife. 
 
 The men of ancient prowess, 
 
 Whose limbs are stiff with years 
 Oh, never fly and leave them, 
 
 A prey to coward fears. 
 For shame it is to look on 
 
 When foremost in the war 
 The veteran falls a-dying, 
 
 While the lads are fleeing far. 
 
 White-haired, grey-bearded, gasping out 
 His brave heart on the ground, 
 
 His bloody fingers writhing 
 And clutching at the wound 
 
 IOI 
 
TYPTAIO 2 
 
 ay^aov 
 
 O? 0)V, Xa7.6? S' V TTOXOC 
 
 7U<7COV. 
 
 TYRTAEUS. 
 
 102 
 
DEATH OR VICTORY 
 
 Oh, sight of shame to gaze on, 
 
 Of bitter wrath and pain 
 With limbs all stark and naked 
 
 He lies upon the plain. 
 
 While glows the flower of lovely youth, 
 The young its gifts may prize ; 
 
 To be admired by eyes of men, 
 Lovely in women's eyes 
 
 While life shall last till gloriously 
 In front of fight he dies. 
 
 103 
 
P. VERGILIVS MARO 
 
 AT pater Aeneas, audito nomine Turni, 
 deserit et muros, et summas deserit arces, 
 praecipitatque moras omnes, opera omnia 
 
 rumpit, 
 laetitia exultans, horrendumque intonat 
 
 armis : 
 quantus Athos, aut quantus Eryx, aut 
 
 ipse coruscis 
 cum fremit ilicibus quantus, gaudetque 
 
 nivali 
 uertice se attollens pater Apenninus 
 
 ad auras, 
 lam uero et Rutuli certatim et Troes et 
 
 omnes 
 
 104 
 
THE MEETING 
 
 FATHER Aeneas, hearing Turnus' name, 
 Springs from the walls, springs from the 
 
 lofty towers, 
 
 Starts every laggard into sudden haste, 
 Breaks up each gang, in fierce exulting 
 
 joy- 
 Horribly clang his arms as Athos huge 
 Or Eryx, or himself, the giant mount 
 Murmurous with rustling of his holm-oaks, 
 
 crowned 
 
 With snows atop, and joying in his crown, 
 Old Apennine, who heaves his head to 
 
 heaven. 
 
 Rutulians, Trojans, sons of Italy, 
 105 
 
P. VERGILIVS MARO 
 
 conuertere oculos Itali, quique alta 
 
 tenebant 
 moenia, quique imos pulsabant ariete 
 
 muros ; 
 armaque deposuere humeris. Stupet 
 
 ipse Latinus, 
 ingentes genitos diuersis partibus 
 
 orbis 
 inter se coiisse uiros, et cernere ferro. 
 
 AENEID, xii. 697. 
 
 106 
 
THE MEETING 
 
 All stayed to stare in emulous amaze ; 
 Who held the rampart, as who dashed the 
 
 ram 
 Against its base, their weapons dropped to 
 
 ground. 
 
 Astonied stood Latinus' self, to see 
 Those men of might, born half the world 
 
 between, 
 Crash in the stern arbitrament of steel. 
 
 107 
 
H2IOA02 
 
 :UT' av ypocvou 
 
 I? 
 U^O&EV x, v<po)v VLau(7ia ; 
 
 r, T apOTOio TS a^(7.a cpspa xal 
 
 [AOCTO? WpVJV 
 
 Sctxvuet o^ppTjpou, x,pa^i7jv S' 
 
 ] TOTS ^opTa^eiv Xuta 
 ?. 
 yap STUD; stTusTv 'pds ^6; 
 
 ' pya 
 
 108 
 
THE FARMER'S TEXT 
 
 MARK you the day when the clang of the 
 
 crane's shrill voice you shall hear, 
 Crying aloft in the clouds, as he doth in the 
 
 fall of the year, 
 Warning of earing-time, and the winter rains 
 
 that are near : 
 Smiting the heart of the man who hath no oxen 
 
 at all- 
 Mark it, and get you fodder for each horned ox 
 
 in the stall. 
 Easy to say, ' Come, lend me a yoke and a 
 
 waggon, I pray'; 
 Easy to answer, ' No ; I have work for my oxen 
 
 to-day.' 
 
 109 
 
H2IO A02 
 
 9m 
 vrmo;' ou&s TO y' ^'' sxaTov $i TS 
 
 TWV 
 
 UT' av Sy 7rpo)TK7T J apOTO? 
 
 TOT ficoJiTyvou /.W(; to; T 
 
 apowv 
 
 Xa CTCEU&WV, iva TOI Tu^r 
 
 apoupat. 
 
 OU 
 
 VIOV ^ OTTsCpStV Tt 
 
 apoupav. 
 
 Ttpa. 
 
 no 
 
THE FARMER'S TEXT 
 
 Saith he, the rich in schemes, ' Go to, I can 
 
 build me a wain ' ? 
 Ignorant fool, whose knowledge is nought and 
 
 his fancying vain ! 
 Pieces there be that go to the framing a wain 
 
 five score : 
 See thou choose them betimes, and keep them 
 
 ready in store. 
 Straight when the autumn comes, and the 
 
 first of the ploughing is due, 
 Up and away, thyself and thy folk, while the 
 
 season is new, 
 Ploughing the sandy soil as the loam, that the 
 
 whole may be tilled, 
 Never an hour be lost, and so thy fields shall 
 
 be filled. 
 Turn the soil in the spring, and when summer 
 
 is come once more, 
 New ploughed land shall not fail, nor yield thee 
 
 a niggardly store. 
 
 in 
 
H2IO AO2 
 
 ayvyj, 
 Ppt&eiv AvjpJTSpoc ispov 
 
 ; TOC Tupcor' apOTOU, OT' av 
 
 a>cpov 
 
 v opmjxa ^owv em VCOTOV 
 
 svSpuov sXx.ovTtov ^saa^cav o s 
 
 Tl&StT] 
 
 yap a 
 
 av^-poi-oi; 
 xaxtanj. 
 
 XV OC^OQjVT CTOCU5 VUOtV 
 
 61 
 
 112 
 
THE FARMER'S TEXT 
 
 New-ploughed land must be sown while the 
 
 clods are broken and light ; 
 Safety from harm doth it bring, and thy little 
 
 ones' quiet delight. 
 Pray to the Earth-lord Zeus, and the holy 
 
 Mother entreat, 
 So to make heavy her glory, trie full-ripe ears 
 
 of the wheat 
 Pray at the first of the ploughing, with hand on 
 
 the plough-tail's point, 
 
 Goading the backs of the kine, while the yoke- 
 thongs strain on the joint. 
 Armed with his hoe let the lad follow after thee, 
 
 making a toil 
 Hard for the fowls of the air, as he covers the 
 
 grain with the soil. 
 Carefulness most of all is a blessing to mortal 
 
 men, 
 Carelessness most of all to mortal men is a 
 
 bane. 
 
 113 H 
 
H2IO A02 
 
 ex, ft ayyewv e>.a(7ia? apa^via* >tat 
 
 aipup.svov 
 
 WORKS AND DAYS, 448. 
 
 114 
 
THE FARMER'S TEXT 
 
 Thus shall the ears bow down with their 
 
 fatness nodding to earth, 
 So the Olympian grant that the ending match. 
 
 with the birth, 
 Thus from each vessel and jar thou wilt keep 
 
 the spider-web clear ; 
 Thus do I promise thee joy, partaking the 
 
 garnered cheer. 
 
Q. VALERIVS CATVLLVS 
 
 SUFFENUS iste, Vare, quern 
 
 probe nosti, 
 homo est uenustus et dicax et 
 
 urbanus, 
 idemque longe plurimos facit 
 
 uersus. 
 Puto esse ego illi millia aut 
 
 decem aut plura 
 perscripta, nee sic ut fit in 
 
 palimpseston 
 relata ; chartae regiae, noui 
 
 libri, 
 noui umbelici, lora rubra, 
 
 membrana 
 116 
 
THE POETASTER 
 
 FlTZjENKYN you know him, my 
 
 Hobson, I know 
 Is 'good form' as they say, and 
 
 endowed with a flow 
 Of the best conversation all cul- 
 ture ! and then, 
 The number of verses that run off 
 
 his pen ! 
 I should think there are thousands 
 
 some dozen or so ; 
 And he don't turn them out cheap 
 
 and nasty oh, no ! 
 Small quarto the last shape 
 
 (which couldn't be bettered) ; 
 117 
 
Q. VALERIVS CATVLLVS 
 
 directa plumbo, et pumice 
 
 omnia aequata. 
 Haec cum legas tu, bellus ille 
 
 et urbanus 
 Suffenus unus caprimulgus aut 
 
 fossor 
 rursus uidetur : tantum ab- 
 
 horret ac mutat. 
 Hoc quid putemus esse? qui 
 
 modo scurra 
 aut si quid hac re tritius 
 
 uidebatur, 
 idem infaceto est infacetior 
 
 rure, 
 simul poemata attigit, neque 
 
 idem unquam 
 aeque est beatus ac poema 
 
 cum scribit : 
 tarn gaudet in se, tamque se 
 
 ipse miratur. 
 118 
 
THE POETASTER 
 
 The binding by Zaehnsdorf, in 
 
 vellum, gold-lettered ; 
 Handmade paper, of course, with 
 
 gilt top and rough edges 
 But Read his productions ! A 
 
 yokel, a clown, 
 A professional trimmer of ditches 
 
 and hedges 
 Our elegant cultured Fitzjenkyn 
 
 is grown. 
 So changed, so transmogrified ! 
 
 What have we here ? 
 Only now 'twas a wit though 
 
 that J s hardly, I fear, 
 A refined enough word. And no 
 
 crude country spot 
 Is so crude as this very same 
 
 fellow, God wot, 
 Once he gets to his verses yet 
 
 never you know him 
 119 
 
Q. VALERIVS CATVLLVS 
 
 Nimirum idem omnes fallimur 
 
 neque est quisquam 
 quern non in aliqua re uidere 
 
 Suffenum 
 possis. Suus cuique attributus 
 
 est error, 
 sed non uidemus manticae 
 
 quod in tergo est. 
 
 xxii 
 
 120 
 
THE POETASTER 
 
 So happy as while he is scribbling 
 
 a poem. 
 He J s so pleased and so proud of 
 
 himself all along ; 
 And:- 
 
 MORAL. No doubt we're all 
 
 equally wrong, 
 There 's no one you can't prove, in 
 
 something or other, 
 A Fitzjenkyn; we've each our pet 
 
 folly, my brother, 
 And we don't find the beam in our 
 
 own eye a bother ! 
 
ETPHIIAH2 
 
 v &' u<pa<i[i.a'9'' ipa 
 
 &au(/.aT 3 avfrpwTCOi; opav. 
 
 TTTpWTOV (JLV OpO 
 
 ava^Ta ALOU -TraiSo; ou; ' 
 
 Oupavo; aO-poi^wv adTp' sv 
 
 , e^sV/ccov 
 
 E Nu^ adiptOTOv 
 
 122 
 
TAPESTRIES 
 
 FORTH of the store he drew the woven robes, 
 And spread them over, marvellous to view. 
 First, on the roof, like to a sheltering wing 
 He laid the tapestries, the treasure rare 
 Of the son of Zeus : the same that Herakles 
 Brought for the god, spoils of the Amazons. 
 There was that web, so with devices woven 
 As I shall tell you. Uranus was there, 
 Mustering the stars in the wide arch of heaven. 
 There Helios urged his steeds to where their 
 
 flame 
 
 Fades : trailing after him the glow of Eve : 
 And Night, mirk-shrouded, drave her swaying 
 
 car 
 
 No traces hold her steeds, but yokes alone 
 And star on star circled the goddess round. 
 123 
 
EYPini AH2 
 
 i; [AEV rpi [/.sffOTudpou t' aiOipcx;, 
 ilptov' u7Up& & 
 
 E(pou(7' oupata y[p\)ar^zi 
 
 avw 
 
 7] T 
 
 aarpa. 
 
 >cal (Ai^o^pa; ^wra;, iTTTUEia; T' ay- 
 pa; 
 
 ' ayptwv ^7]pa 
 
 ION, 1141 
 
 124 
 
TAPESTRIES 
 
 Through the mid-heaven a Pleiad sped her 
 
 flight, 
 
 And sword in hand Orion hurled ; the Bear 
 Her quarters wheeled above in the golden sky. 
 On high the orbed moon darted her beams, 
 Full circle at the parting of the month. 
 There were the Hyades, that sailors know 
 Their surest sign ; and there the Morning rose 
 Herald of light, chasing the stars away. 
 
 And on the walls more tapestries he hung, 
 Wrought by the cunning of the foreign folk : 
 Galleys, the foes of Hellas, driven with oars ; 
 And monstrous things, half-woman and half- 
 beast ; 
 
 The mounted hunters of the stag ; the chase 
 Of lions fell. 
 
 125 
 
M. VALERIVS MARTIALIS 
 
 EDICTUM domini deique nostri, 
 quo subsellia certiora fiunt, 
 et puros eques ordines recepit, 
 dum laudat modo Phasis in theatre, 
 Phasis purpureis rubens lacernis, 
 et iactat tumido superbus ore : 
 
 Tandem commodius licet sedere, 
 nunc est reddita dignitas equestris ; 
 turba non premimur nee inquinamur ; 
 
 Haec et talia dum refert supinus, 
 illas purpureas et arrogantes 
 iussit surgere Leitus lacernas. 
 
 v. 8. 
 
 126 
 
THE SNOB 
 
 Lo, in the stalls our Phasis lounged to see, 
 And praised our lord and master's new decree 
 Reserving seats more strictly, so that knights 
 Find no mere snobs encroaching on their rights. 
 Phasis, resplendent in a scarlet cloak, 
 These swelling words with lofty accents spoke : 
 
 ' At last a gentleman at ease may sit ; 
 
 Once more our knightly rank finds deference fit : 
 
 The Great Unwashed no longer jostle Us.' 
 
 E'en while at length outsprawled he mouthed it 
 
 thus, 
 
 That flaunting scarlet Leitus espies, 
 And to those splendours, ' Come, turn out ! ' he 
 
 cries. 
 
 127 
 
'Aevaoi 
 
 .Ev (pavspa 
 
 o aTu' 'O>csavoO 
 
 6p0)V 
 
 ?, iva 
 
 ipav 
 scat 7TOTa|/.5v 
 
 yap 
 ai 
 [Aapj/.apai<; dv au 
 
 128 
 
THE CLOUDS 
 
 CLOUDS ever-fleeting are we, 
 And we rise into light 
 In our dewy forms bright 
 From the arms of our father, the thunderous sea, 
 
 From the deep-voiced Sea, 
 To the towering mountain's tree-plumed crest, 
 Where on far-seen summits our sight may rest ; 
 
 And we look on the holy soil 
 Whose moisture ripens her fruitful store, 
 And the sacred streams with their wild turmoil, 
 
 And the loud sea's roar. 
 For the eye of the sky never tires 
 As it beams with its twinkling fires. 
 
 129 i 
 
API2TO$AN H2 
 
 v 
 
 a-9-avocTa; t^sa;, STrt^co^s^a 
 OTua) 0(JLfjUZTt yaiav. 
 
 NUBES, 275. 
 
 ,30 
 
THE CLOUDS 
 
 But come, let us shiver aside 
 
 From our forms that never shall die 
 
 The showery mists that around us abide, 
 And gaze over earth with a far-seeing eye. 
 
ETPiniAHS 
 
 Max.pav av e^STSiva TOIS &' evavTta 
 ^6yot<7tv, si p.r Zsu; Trarrp TjTrfaraT 
 ol' ? [/.ou 7:7roV'8-a; ola T' sipyadoi. 
 
 Taj/,' drnp 
 
 PIOTOV eyye^cov JLOI, 
 u-O-' -^ Tupocvvo;, ou-8-' 6 col 7r 
 
 o? TauTa, )tal ^saivav si 
 xaXst, 
 xal 2;cuXXav, vj Tupojvov t 
 
 7TSOOV, 
 
 T^? ar? yap co? ^p^v x-ap^ta; 
 
 MEDEA, 1351. 
 132 
 
A WOMAN SCORNED 
 
 AT wordy length I might have met thy 
 
 words. 
 
 But God he knoweth all that I have wrought 
 For thee, and all that thou hast wrought by 
 
 me. 
 
 My couch dishonoured, little hope for thee 
 To pass in scorn of me the careless days ; 
 Thee nor thy queen ; nor that ill match- 
 maker 
 
 Creon, to cast me out nor suffer harm. 
 So, call me tigress, Scylla, if thou wilt, 
 [Scylla that dwelt upon the Tyrrhene plain] 
 For my gripe wrung thy heart-strings ; 
 fittingly. 
 
M. VALERIVS MARTIALIS 
 
 CUM rogo te nummos sine pignore, 
 
 non habes inquis, 
 idem si pro me spondet agellus 
 
 habes. 
 Quod mihi non credis ueteri Telesine 
 
 sodali, 
 
 credis colliculis arboribusque meis. 
 Ecce reum Carus te detulit ; adsit 
 
 agellus. 
 Exsilii comitem quaeris? agellus 
 
 eat. 
 
 xii. 25. 
 
 134 
 
THE FRIEND 
 
 You J D nothing, when on just my note of hand 
 
 I asked a loan ; 
 You Ve plenty, for a mortgage on the little farm 
 
 I own. 
 What, Mr. Smith ! no credit for your chum of 
 
 bygone years, 
 But credit for his cabbages and timber, it 
 
 appears. 
 What 's this ? run in ? oh, get that Farm to see 
 
 you through not me. 
 Need * change of air ' ? Well, take that Farm 
 
 along for company % 
 
ETPIIIIAH2 
 
 Nau? &' ECO; [/iv sVro; vjv 
 
 o; yap el-8-wv ave^o; &jxtyrrfi vsco? 
 pupLvr^i'- ol S' ex-aprspouv 
 Trpo? >tu(^a XaxTi^ovTe;* e; y^v S' 
 >Oa)Sa>v Tra^ippou; r ( ys vauv. ffTa-O-et 
 'Ayafy.p,vovo; TuaTs; TJU^OCT', w A^TOU; 
 CWGOV JJLS, TYJV G^V lepiav, TTp&i; ' 
 apou yy;;, xal 
 
 U cov 
 
 TOU? 
 
 vaurat S' ^Tueu^r^Tjffav eu^atctv jcd 
 136 
 
THE FLIGHT 
 
 Now while within the harbour bounds, the ship 
 Sped steadily ; but as she passed the bar 
 She met a mighty billow, and was driven ; 
 For there a furious squall burst suddenly, 
 That hurled her hard astern. Howbeit, the crew 
 Strove stoutly, in hot struggle with the surge. 
 A second time back-swirling toward the shore 
 The wave swept. Then did Agamemnon's child 
 Stand up and pray : ' O Maid, of Leto born ! 
 Save me, thy priestess, from the stranger's land, 
 Restore me to my Hellas, and forgive 
 That theft of mine. Thou, goddess, lovest thy 
 
 brother 
 
 And shall not I love those that are mine own ? ' 
 And at the damsel's prayer, the sailors raised 
 
EYPIHIAH2 
 
 X, 
 
 7TO<71V 
 
 /cayco p.v EU&IK; xpo? cs ^up' 
 GO! Ta; x.i-8-v (JTj^avwv, ava^, Tu 
 
 IPHIGENIA IN TAURIS, 1391, 
 
 138 
 
THE FLIGHT 
 
 A cheer for Amen, clapping hands to the oar 
 Bare from the shoulder, to the boatswain's pipe. 
 But near and nearer drove she toward the rocks. 
 Then one, feet foremost, leaped into the sea, 
 And one upon a rope made fast a noose ; 
 And I post-haste was hither sent to thee, 
 To tell thee all, O king, that there befell. 
 
BAKXTAIAHS 
 
 TlJCTSt & T <9-VOCTOl<JtV ElpaVOC (/.- 
 
 yo&a 
 
 TU^OUTOV )cal [/.eXiy^waatov aoi^av 
 av^ea, 
 
 T' ETUI WWV ^eoictv ai- 
 
 yupacricov TE vsot? au^cov TE xal 
 
 EV Ss ctSapoSsTOt; TuopTra^tv aiO-av 
 apa^yav iarot ws^ovTaf 
 140 
 
PEACE 
 
 OH, Peace is the mother of rich delight, 
 
 For she brings us wealth, and the minstrels 
 
 raise 
 The rare sweet notes of their honeyed lays ; 
 
 And the altars brave of the gods are bright 
 
 With the yellow glow of the limbs aflare 
 Of kine and of long haired goats and sheep ; 
 And the lads are free to wrestle and leap, 
 
 And piping and revel are all their care. 
 
 Red spiders weave their gossamer thread 
 
 O'er the steel-shod thongs of the shield on 
 the ledge : 
 
 141 
 
B AKXY AI AH2 
 
 T 
 
 142 
 
 OLDC SGTI caTricov X.TUTTO? 
 
 ' ayutat, 
 -8-' u^vot (p^ 
 
PEACE 
 
 And the rust makes spoil of the broadsword's 
 
 edge, 
 And blunts the point of the keen spear-head. 
 
 The bray of the brazen trump is stilled, 
 
 No more sweet sleep is snatched from our 
 
 eyes 
 
 When it warms our hearts : love songs arise, 
 And with lovers and comrades the ways are 
 filled. 
 
Q. VALERIVS CATVLLVS 
 
 Paene insularum, Sirmio, 
 
 insularumque 
 ocelle, quascumque in 
 
 liquentibus stagnis 
 marique uasto fert uterque 
 
 Nepttmus, 
 quam te libenter quamque 
 
 laetus inuiso, 
 uix mi ipse credens Thy- 
 
 niam atque Bithynos 
 liquisse campos et uidere 
 
 te in tuto. 
 O quid solutis est beatius 
 
 curis, 
 
 144 
 
THE HOME-COMING 
 
 SlRMlO, the gem, the crown of isles and semi- 
 isles that rest 
 
 Or upon the limpid lake or rolling sea, on 
 Neptune's breast, 
 
 Great content and great delight are mine, to see 
 thee once again 
 
 Scarce assured that I have really left behind the 
 Thynian plain, 
 
 Left Bithynia far behind me, and in safety gaze 
 on thee ! 
 
 Oh! the joy of troubles ended, mind from weight 
 of care set free, 
 
 145 K 
 
Q. VALERIVS CATVLLVS 
 
 cum mens onus reponit, ac 
 
 peregrine 
 labore fessi uenimus larem 
 
 ad nostrum 
 desideratoque adquiescimus 
 
 lecto. 
 Hoc est quod unum est pro 
 
 laboribus tantis. 
 Salue, o uenusta Sirmio 
 
 atque ero gaude : 
 gaudete uosque, o Libyae 
 
 lacus undae : 
 ridete quidquid est domi 
 
 cachinnorum. 
 
 xxxi. 
 
 146 
 
THE HOME-COMING 
 
 When all travel-worn and weary back to our 
 
 own hearth we come, 
 On the pillow that we yearned for rest our head 
 
 once more at home- 
 Compensation sole, sufficient, for the trouble we 
 
 have borne. 
 Welcome, lovely isle of Sirmio ! Greet your 
 
 lord on his return ! 
 Waves of Libya gladly greet me, greet me waters 
 
 of the mere, 
 
 All the smiles and happy laughter of the home- 
 stead give me cheer. 
 
vuv ouv sp ^ 
 
 T) TVJV yuvatmav <P 
 at VSKL y.v ev 
 
 Tp7rvco<; yap asl TuavTa^ avota Tp(pt. 
 
 OTav ^' <; TjpTjV 
 CdOoUfAS^ 1 ^0) JCat 
 
 -8-(3v Trarpwoiv TW 
 
 ai {/.EV ^vou<; 7rp6<; av^pa? ai ^ 
 
 Papou;, 
 al ^' si? dbjab] So)p.a^', ai S' 
 
 TEREUS (fr. 517). 
 148 
 
WOMAN'S LOT 
 
 BUT now, myself alone, I am nought at all. 
 Nay, oft in thought thus have I brooded o'er 
 Our woman's nature, and our woman's lot, 
 That we are nought. Oh, we young girls at home 
 Live lives the sweetest mortals may, no doubt, 
 Since pleasure still is fed by lack of thought. 
 But when we grow to womanhood and wit, 
 We are thrust out from the nest, trafficked away 
 Far from our parents and our fathers' gods, 
 This to a friend, this to some outlander, 
 This to a home with strange new ways, and this 
 To one contemptible. And when the bond 
 Fpr a single day has yoked us, we why, straight 
 We must applaud, and count it very good. 
 149 
 
M. VALERIVS MARTIALIS 
 
 AMISSUM non flet cum sola est 
 
 Gellia patrem : 
 
 si quis adest iussae prosiliunt 
 lacrimae. 
 
 Non dolet hie, quisquis laudari, 
 
 Gellia, quaerit : 
 
 ille dolet uere qui sine teste 
 dolet. 
 
 i. 35- 
 
 150 
 
THE MOURNER 
 
 GELLIA, sitting all alone, 
 Weeps not for her father gone ; 
 But if friends to see her go, 
 Quickly summoned tears will flow. 
 
 Gellia, 'tis but grief to feign 
 When you weep applause to gain ; 
 His the grief that 's real and deep, 
 Who when none is by will weep. 
 
ETPIIIIAHS 
 
 VJ&YJ >.a[/,7TSL 
 
 acrpa ^e ^suyst T 
 <; vu^' ispav, 
 
 yuvr 
 i&ou(j' 
 a; av 'Aft&Xcftv 
 
 152 
 
 ^' avu^pou x.a7rv6; ic, 6pd<pou<; 
 
 7cTT(XL 
 
THE MINISTER OF PHOEBUS 
 
 EVEN now the bright sun with his burning rays 
 Is kindling his four-horsed car to a blaze 
 Over the earth ; and the stars take flight 
 From the flame of the sky to the sacred night. 
 The pathless peaks of Parnassus aglow 
 
 Are catching the gleam of his arc for men ; 
 See the smoke of the myrrh unwatered go 
 
 Floating up to the roof of the sun-god's fane. 
 
 On the holy tripod the dame is throned, 
 And the Hellenes list to her cry intoned 
 The Delphic priestess, who takes the word 
 From the mystic chant of Apollo her lord. 
 You Delphian servants of Phoebus, away 
 
EYPIHIAH2 
 
 TOC? 
 
 patvT Siva;, 
 a<pupava[/.vo& crsfysTS vaouV 
 ojAa T' su(pv]p.ov cppoupsTv aya^-ov, 
 
 xKH^ iSia? dc7ro<paviv. 
 
 TUOVOUI; 
 
 uypat; T -ro 
 
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 ai p>,a7TTOu<Jtv 
 
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 1^01) vaou; T>pa7Uuto. 
 
 ION, 82. 
 
 154 
 
THE MINISTER OF PHOEBUS 
 
 Where the silvery eddies of Castaly play ; 
 Then haste to the temple, made pure with her 
 
 spray. 
 Take heed that your words be trie words that 
 
 are meet, 
 And the speech that your lips speak still be 
 
 discreet, 
 To them that are seeking the counsels divine. 
 
 And straight will I turn to the task that is mine, 
 And ever hath been from my childhood's days. 
 With sacred wreaths and with laurel sprays 
 The precinct of Phoebus I '11 purify, 
 
 And sprinkle the lawn with a moistening dew, 
 And with my arrows the feathered crew 
 That foul His treasure I '11 make to fly. 
 Since orphaned of parents I was born, 
 Since never a mother I knew, forlorn, 
 Nor father, mine is the ministry 
 Of the Temple of Phoebus that fostered me. 
 
M. VALERIVS MARTIALIS 
 
 NON coenat sine apro noster, Tite, 
 
 Caecilianus ; 
 
 bellum conuiuam Caecilianus 
 habet. 
 
 vii. 59. 
 
 THE BOON COMPANION 
 
 FlTZ-DOBBIN never cares to dine 
 Without a boar at table ; why ? 
 
 Because Fitz-Dobbin cannot shine 
 But in congenial company. 
 
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INDEX 
 
INDEX 
 
 PAGE 
 
 AESCHYLUS : Agamemnon, 292, .... 56 
 
 ANTIPATER of Sidon, 67, 14 
 
 ARISTOPHANES : Clouds, 275, 128 
 
 575, 5o 
 
 Frogs, 718, 68 
 
 Knights, 565, 36 
 
 Wasps, 1071, ..... 22 
 
 BACCHYLIDES of Ceos, 140 
 
 CATULLUS, xxii., 116 
 
 xxxi., ....... 144 
 
 CLAUDIAN, Ep. ii., 16 
 
 CLEANTHES, 28 
 
 EURIPIDES : Alcestis, 935, 74 
 
 Cyclops, 329, 84 
 
 Heraclidae, 574, 88 
 
 Ion, 82, .... 152 
 
 ,, 1141, 122 
 
 Iphigenia in Tauris, 1391 . . . 136 
 158 
 
INDEX 
 
 PAGE 
 
 EURIPIDES: Medea, 1351, 132 
 
 Troades, 1167, ..... 40 
 
 HESIOD, Works and Days, 448, 108 
 
 HORACE, Odes, ii. 18, 78 
 
 MARTIAL, Ep. i. 35, .150 
 
 ,, v. 8, 126 
 
 . v. 37, 32 
 
 vii. 59, . . . . 156 
 
 ,, ix. 69, 92 
 
 xii. 25, . . 134 
 
 PROPERTIUS, iii. 5, 44 
 
 SOPHOCLES, Tereus (fr. 517), 148 
 
 TYRTAEUS, i, 13 
 
 2, 96 
 
 VIRGIL, .dineid, xi. 42, 62 
 
 ,, xii. 697 104 
 
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