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 SOME GREEK er LATIN 
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 PARAPHRASES FROM 
 SOME GREEK & LATIN 
 POETS MADE BY JOHN 
 B. WAINEWRIGHT 
 
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 CONTENTS 
 
 PAGE 
 
 FROM HOMER 7 
 
 FROM THEOGNIS ....... 9 
 
 FROM HERODOTUS ....... 10 
 
 FROM EURIPIDES n 
 
 FROM THEOCRITUS 14 
 
 FROM THE GREEK COMEDIANS 16 
 
 FROM THE GREEK ANTHOLOGY 
 
 1. LOVE 19 
 
 2. LIFE 24 
 
 3. NATURE 27 
 
 4. EPITAPHS AND DEDICATIONS ... 28 
 
 5. COMIC 29 
 
 FROM HORACE 31 
 
 FROM MARTIAL 33 
 
 FROM HILDEBERTUS ....... 37 
 
 FROM FLAMINIUS ....... 38 
 
 FROM HIERONYMUS AMALTHEUS .... 39
 
 PARAPHRASES 
 
 FROM THE 
 
 GREEK AND LATIN POETS 
 
 From ODYSSEY, V. 43 sqq. 
 
 T T E spake, nor did the shining guide refuse, 
 
 But forthwith hastened 'neath his feet to bind 
 
 His sandals fair, such as immortals use, 
 
 Fashioned of gold, that bore him with the wind 
 O'er sea, and earth whose limit none may find. 
 
 Likewise his staff he took, wherewith to calm 
 The eyes of whom he willeth, and again 
 
 Wake them from sleep : this holding in his palm 
 Did the great Bright One high Pieria gain. 
 And through the air leapt down upon the main. 
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 Then o'er the billow hasting on his way, 
 Like to a cormorant, great Hermes sped, 
 
 Which wets its rapid wings in briny spray, 
 Following on the fish that fill the dread 
 Gulfs of salt Ocean's realm unharvested. 
 
 In such wise over many seas he rode ; 
 
 But when he reached the distant isle at last, 
 
 Out of the purple sea to the abode 
 
 Of the fair nymph with braided hair he passed, 
 And there he found her in her cavern vast. 
 
 A great fire burned upon the hearth ; the fume 
 Of cedar cleft and sandalwood was rolled 
 
 Through all the isle. She, passing at the loom 
 Within, wove with a shuttle all of gold, 
 And with sweet voice a song melodious trolled. 
 
 A wood luxuriant grew around the cave ; 
 Alders, black poplars, fragrant cypress-trees, 
 
 To the long-winged birds a cover gave, 
 
 Owls, hawks, and chattering gulls of all degrees 
 That occupy their business in the seas ; 
 
 But round the hollow grot the garden vine 
 In rich profusion trailed with clusters gay: 
 
 Four springs of water in the clear sunshine 
 Close to each other flowed out every way ; 
 Around soft meadows, sweet with violets, lay. 
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 Whoso might come there, though a god he were, 
 Would marvel much and be rejoiced at heart : 
 
 Wherefore long wondered the bright messenger, 
 Then when he well had pondered every part, 
 Into the mighty cave did quickly start. 
 
 From THEOGNIS, (i) 423 sqq. 
 
 XT OT to be born at all is far the best, 
 
 And ne'er to see the piercing sun's bright crest ; 
 But second best to pass the gates of Dis 
 Soon, and deep under earth in peace to rest. 
 
 B 
 
 (2) 1229 sqq. 
 
 E young, my soul ! Those lately come to birth 
 Will soon be men, and I shall be black earth. 
 
 (3) 1233 sqq. 
 
 """THERE'S no man, Cyrnus, 'neath the son's broad 
 * flame, 
 
 Above whose head is hung no weight of blame. 
 I cannot gauge my fellow-townsmen's will 
 Both my good deeds displease them, and my ill. 
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 From HERODOTUS, VII. 45, 46 
 
 lyTNG Xerxes sat upon his marble throne; 
 
 Before him countless fleets and armies swept, 
 And, for a while, he joyed to gaze thereon, 
 A little while ; but afterwards he wept 
 
 Then Artabanus marked his altered face 
 ' Tell me the hidden reason of thy tears.' 
 
 ' I weep,' he answered, ' for our mortal case, 
 That none of those shall see a hundred years.' 
 
 ' Yet there are sadder things in life than this. 
 
 O King, who is there that hath not known woes 
 So fierce that death seems near akin to bliss, 
 
 And life, though short, is long before it dose ? 
 
 Swift is our life, and in a moment slips, 
 And yet to* death we oft are fain to haste. 
 
 God puts a cup of sweetness to our lips, 
 But in his envy only lets us taste.' 
 
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 From THE HECUBA OF EURIPIDES 
 
 ' 935 sqq. 
 T LION, my country, never never more 
 
 The city undespoiled shall be thy name ; 
 For foemen hem thee in, behind, before, 
 
 And freedom left thee when that army came : 
 The spear hath spoiled thee, whom the Greek hosts 
 
 hide; 
 Smoke-blackened ruins crumble far and wide ; 
 
 Thy crown of towers hath bared thy head, 
 
 Thy royal robes of state are gone, 
 No more thy streets shall hear my tread, 
 Ilion. 
 
 O Midnight, giver of the grateful gloom 
 
 To eyes that tire of light and glittering feast, 
 
 Why cam'st thou to me hand in hand with doom ? 
 From dance and sacrifice my spouse had ceased ; 
 
 Rest held him in his chamber; and his spear 
 
 Hung high upon its peg: why should he fear? 
 
 Were not they fled, those haunting bands? 
 
 Were not those plague-spots past and gone 
 From thy rich plains and bright sea-sands, 
 
 Ilion ?
 
 Where adown the mirror's rays 
 
 The retreating vistas fly, 
 Careless and at ease I gaze, 
 And my fingers deftly tie 
 
 Hair and snood. 
 Soon upon my cushioned bed 
 I shall rest my weary head: 
 Sleep is good. 
 
 'Now at last, ye men of Greece, 
 
 I lion's streets before you lie. 
 Sack, and sail away in peace ! ' 
 Hark, what means that battle-cry 
 
 Sharp and loud? 
 Forth I speed like Dorian maid 
 In a single robe arrayed, 
 Freedom's shroud. 
 
 'Holy Artemis,' I cry, 
 
 ' Hear and save.' 
 But there cometh no reply: 
 Greek arms gleam ; they close, and I 
 
 Am a slave.
 
 Stiff upon the briny beach, 
 
 'Fore my eyes, 
 
 Far from help, far out of reach 
 Of the cunning skill of leech, 
 
 My love lies. 
 
 As the vessel speeds her way 
 
 O'er the sea, 
 
 As I stretch vain hands to pray, 
 Looking back, I faint away. 
 
 Woe is me. 
 
 Curses on the baneful pair ! 
 Curses on the Spartan fair, 
 
 Sister of the Twins ! 
 Curses on the scented swain ! 
 Ilion bears the deathless pain 
 
 That requites their sins. 
 
 From their lawless marriage-bed 
 An Avenger foul hath sped 
 
 Breathing hate and ire. 
 Now constrained by him I roam, 
 Reft of freedom, hope and home, 
 
 Filled with vain desire.
 
 Helen, who hast ruined me, 
 Helen, who, serene and free, 
 Turnest homewards o'er the sea, 
 May the curse of me, a slave, 
 Follow thee across the wave, 
 Till it merge thee in thy grave, 
 Helen. 
 
 From THEOCRITUS 
 (i) Ep. 4 
 
 '"TURN down the alley 'neath the oaks' broad shade, 
 * Goatherd, and there an image thou shalt find, 
 Fashioned in fig-tree wood and newly made, 
 
 Three-legged and earless, still in nature's rind. 
 Hemming it round there runs a sacred fence, 
 
 And from the rocks an ever-flowing stream 
 Blossoms afar with laurels and incense 
 
 Of cypress and the myrtles' sombre gleam. 
 There twisting round the trunk the clustered vine 
 
 Spreads forth her tendrils : messengers of spring 
 With shrill-piped hymn the blackbird bands combine 
 
 Their various lisping melodies to sing. 
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 Here the brown nightingales in antiphon 
 
 Pour murmuring forth their throats most honey'd 
 
 tone. 
 Sit thee down here, and sitting call upon 
 
 Gracious Priapus that he hear my moan ; 
 And I will give him a fair kid for this, 
 
 If love for Daphnis I may drive away ; 
 But if for my love given he grant me his 
 
 A triple sacrifice of thanks I'll pay 
 A heifer and a hairy-vestured goat, 
 
 A lamb I pasture in the folds up there, 
 These will I slay for him, if so he note 
 
 With favourable ears my proffered prayer. 
 
 (2) Ep. 21 
 
 rPHE poet Hipponax lies here. 
 
 Let no unhallowed foot draw near, 
 But let a good man and a true 
 Sit, if he will, and slumber too.
 
 FRAGMENTS FROM THE GREEK 
 COMEDIANS 
 
 /. From AMPHIS 
 
 VyTHOSO to take another's word is loath, 
 ** Himself no doubt is prone to break his oath. 
 
 2. From ANTIPHANES 
 
 T)OOR on the land I'd rather be 
 
 * Than rich (and retching) on the sea. 
 
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 3. From ANTIPHANES 
 
 MAN can hide all things, excepting twain 
 That he is drunk, and that he is in love. 
 Then looks and words do testify so plain, 
 Himself his own denial doth disprove. 
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 4. From ANT1PHANES 
 
 YVTEEP not too much thy friends. They are not 
 dead : 
 
 They are but gone before a little way 
 Upon the road that all of us must tread ; 
 And to the inn where now they rest, some day 
 We too shall come, thenceforth to dwell with them 
 alway. 
 
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 j. From ANTIPHANES 
 
 LD age is like a sanctuary. Why ? 
 Thither all ills of life for refuge fly. 
 
 6. From MENANDER 
 
 TF tears were remedy for pain, 
 
 If to have shed them gave us ease, 
 Gold would we offer tears to gain ; 
 
 But fortune pays no heed to these, 
 And, whether we may weep or no, 
 
 She on her destined way doth keep. 
 What gain from tears then ? None ; but woe 
 Bears tears like fruit, and so we weep. 
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 7. From MENANDER 
 
 'T'HE man, whoever he may be, 
 * That 's swift to credit calumny, 
 Shows himself utterly defiled, 
 Or else as foolish as a child. 
 
 8. From MENANDER 
 
 WORD once spoken thou canst not command 
 More than a stone that once has left thy hand. 
 
 9. From NICOSTRATUS 
 
 F ceaseless talk shows wisdom, then 
 Swallows are wiser far than men. 
 
 10. From POSEIDIPPUS 
 
 EN cut me now : a fact which seems to show 
 It was my coat, not I, they used to know. 
 
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 FROM THE GREEK ANTHOLOGY 
 
 LOVE. 
 
 /. ANON. (v. n) 
 
 CAVIOUR of those at sea, stretch forth thy hand, 
 And save me, Cypris, shipwreck'd on the land. 
 
 2. From PHILODEMUS (v. 24) 
 "DEMEM BERING the tears and jealous pains of 
 
 ^ yore, 
 
 My spirit warns me shun my love for Heliodore ; 
 Vain talk ! I am too weak, for it with shameless guile 
 Tho' it may warn and warn, yet loves her all the 
 while. 1 
 
 1 Perhaps the Greek would bear the following transla- 
 tion : 
 
 Remembering the tears and jealous pains of yore, 
 My spirit bids me shun my love for Heliodore ; 
 It bids beyond my strength, for she with shameless guile 
 Bids me the same herself but kisses me the while. 
 
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 3. From PLATO (v. 78) 
 
 l^ISSING Agathon, my soul on my lips did 
 
 I discover; 
 She, poor thing, had thither come, hoping haply to 
 
 pass over. 
 
 4. From RUFINUS (v. 93) 
 
 T OVE will not beat me, fighting one to one, 
 
 If only Reason's hauberk I may don : 
 One mortal can resist one god, but, when 
 He calls in Bacchus, what shall I do then ? 
 
 5. ANON. (v. 98) 
 
 CHOOT not, till thou another mark hast found; 
 ^ For here no place is left for thee to wound. 
 
 6. From MELEAGER (v. 155) 
 
 T OVE'S self in my bosom impassion'd 
 
 The honey-voice'd whole 
 Of Heliodora has fashion'd, 
 The soul of my soul, 
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 7. From PAULUS SILENTIARIUS (v. 241) 
 
 XT EVER can I say ' goodbye,' 
 * Howsoever hard I try. 
 Ere the fatal message slips 
 From the portals of my lips, 
 Back I rein it hastily ; 
 Never can I say 'goodbye.' 
 
 Neve can I say 'goodbye.' 
 Thoughts of parting terrify. 
 Worse seems separation 
 Than the night of Acheron. 
 O thou daylight of my sky, 
 Never can I say 'goodbye.' 
 
 Never can I say 'goodbye,' 
 More than daylight of my sky ! 
 Day is dumb ; but Sirens ne'er 
 Spake as thou canst speak, my fair ! 
 Hanging on thy voice am I 
 Never can I say 'goodbye.' 
 
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 S. From PLATO (vn. 669) 
 
 T^HOU gazest at the stars, my star; 
 * O would that I might be 
 The Heaven above, that I might gaze 
 With myriad eyes on thee. 
 
 9. From MELEAGER (xii. 47) 
 
 CTILL in his mother's lap, at dawn of day 
 ^ Playing with dice, Love risked my soul away. 
 
 70. From NOSSIS (v. 170) 
 
 XT OUGHT is half so sweet as love ; 
 All delightful things are second : 
 Yea, so sweet love's joy doth prove, 
 
 Even honey sour is reckoned. 
 Thus I, Nossis, say ; but he 
 
 Whom the Cyprian doth not love, 
 Never knows what roses be 
 
 All the flowers of her grove. 
 
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 ii. From MELEAGER (xn. 114) 
 
 1HAREWELL, bright orb that heraldest the day, 
 
 But soon return as star of eve, I pray, 
 And bring her back, whom now thou tak'st away. 
 
 12. From STRATO (xn. 189) 
 
 YVTHO has crowned thee so with roses? 
 
 If a lover blest is he ! 
 If a father one supposes 
 
 Fathers too have eyes to see ! 
 
 13. From AGATHIAS (v. 237) 
 
 A LL night I mourn : and when grey dawn appears 
 ** And grants me rest awhile, the swallows' cries 
 Re-echo round, and drive me back to tears, 
 Forcing sweet slumber from my heavy eyes. 
 
 I open them and watch ; and then once more 
 The thought of dear Rhodanthe stirs within. 
 
 Cease, birds, your envious twitter, I implore ! 
 Of Philomel's sad fate not mine the sin ! 
 
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 Lament for Itylus, if so you must, 
 
 On yon far hills, the hoopoe's rocky home, 
 
 That I may sleep a little ; so I trust 
 
 Dreams of Rhodanthe's fond embrace will come. 
 
 14. From MELEAGER (v. 143) 
 
 '"THE garland fades on Heliodora's brow: 
 
 Who cares ? The garland's garland shines she now. 
 
 LIFE. 
 75. From LUCIA N (x. 26) 
 
 "CNJOY thy goods, as if about to die; 
 
 But spare thy goods, as if about to live ; 
 For wise it is on both to keep an eye, 
 And to thy outlay a due limit give. 
 
 7(5. From LUCIA N (x. 28) 
 
 T INTO those whose plans go right 
 ^^ Life is short, however long ; 
 Endless seems a single night 
 
 Unto those whose plans go wrong. 
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 /;. ANON. (x. 30) 
 
 UICK favours charm us; but, delayed too much, 
 Favours are vain, and scarcely reckoned such. 
 
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 18. From LUCIA N (x. 31) 
 
 UR joys are mortal, like ourselves, and thus 
 Either we pass from them, or they from us. 
 
 19. ANON. (x. 39) 
 
 A TRUE friend is a treasure 
 ** Beyond measure, 
 To those who can retain him, 
 When they gain him. 
 
 20. From LUCIA N (x. 41) 
 
 r T"'HE only true wealth is the wealth of the soul ; 
 * All other brings woe more than weal on the whole. 
 By wealth and by riches should be understood 
 The power of living as friends with the good. 
 To bend o'er a ledger, to slave at a till, 
 Thus hoard upon hoard to accumulate still, 
 Is merely to toil, like a bee in the hive, 
 At gathering sweets on which others may thrive. 
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 21. From PALLADAS (x. 59) 
 
 T IFE fearing death 
 
 Is full of pain : 
 To lie in death 
 Is therefore gain : 
 Thus tears for death 
 Are worse than vain, 
 For after death 
 No ills remain. 
 
 22. From PALLADAS (x. 72) 
 
 T IFE is a farce, and nothing more nor less, 
 So learn to laugh at it, and laugh again ; 
 Or, if thou keep'st thy tragic earnestness, 
 Expect to bear the necessary pain. 
 
 23. From PALLADAS (x. 85) 
 
 "TENDED for Death, for Death with fodder filled, 
 Mankind, like swine, lives only to be killed. 
 
 24. ANON. (x. 112) 
 
 INE and baths and Cypris' spell 
 Shorten much the road to hell. 
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 2J. From PALLADAS (x. 79) 
 
 "Y7"OU are born anew each day, 
 
 And the past is nought to you ; 
 As the darkness dies away, 
 You are born anew each day ; 
 Therefore, greybeard, do not say 
 
 You are old : it is not true. 
 You are born anew each day, 
 
 And the past is nought to you. 
 
 26. ANON. (x. 116) 
 
 ARRIAGE is shipwreck,' so men all exclaim ; 
 But, strange to say, they marry just the same. 
 
 NATURE. 
 
 27. From SATYRUS (x. 13) 
 
 grow the laurels; fair the water springs 
 Under the tree-trunks ; thick the grove that flings 
 Its spreading shade, breeze-haunted : traveller, stay 
 And rest from thirst and toil and scorching ray. 
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 a8. From MARCUS ARGENTARIUS (x. 4) 
 'OW the cables long untying 
 
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 From thy ships at anchor lying, 
 Spread thy sails to catch the breeze 
 That shall bear them o'er the seas. 
 Now the storms have passed away, 
 Now upon the billows grey 
 Zephyrus hath softly smiled, 
 And their sullen wrath beguiled. 
 Now the swallow's busy bill, 
 Blending clay and straw with skill, 
 For her children 'neath the eaves 
 Lovingly a chamber weaves. 
 Now Spring's blossoms deck the land. 
 Thou, then, to the high command 
 Of Priapus paying heed, 
 On their way thy vessels speed. 
 
 EPITAPHS AND DEDICATIONS. 
 29. From CALLIMACHUS (vn. 451) 
 
 T_T ERE Dicon's son, the Acanthian Saon, lies 
 ** In holy sleep. The good man never dies. 
 
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 jo. From SIMONIDES (vii. 249) 
 
 ANNOUNCE to Sparta, thou that passest by, 
 "*^ That here, obeying her behests, we lie. 
 
 31. From ANTIPATER (vi. 15) 
 
 , Pigres, Damis, Cleitor, brothers three, 
 Engaged in fowling, hunting, fishery, 
 Have dedicated each his net to thee ; 
 Pan, grant us luck in air, and land, and sea. 
 
 COMIC. 
 
 32. From NICARCHUS (v. 39) 
 
 I not die? What matter, then, to me, 
 Whether swift-footed, or by gout made slow 
 I pass ? For many will my bearers be, 
 And not for them need I my cups forego. 
 
 33. From PLATO (ix. 44) 
 
 A HAD a halter, but left it on finding B's money ; 
 but B, not 
 Finding the money he left, knotted the halter he 
 
 found. 
 
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 34- From EVENUS (ix. 75) 
 
 T^HO' thou eat'st me to the root, 
 * I shall bear enough of fruit 
 To be poured, O goat, on thee, 
 When thy sacrifice shall be. 
 
 jj. From LUCIAN (x. 29) 
 
 QAY not that Love with mortals plays the deuce ; 
 ^ For man's bad heart Love is a vain excuse. 
 
 36. From LUCILIUS (XL 68) 
 
 XJICYLLA, who can dare 
 
 * To say you dye your hair ? 
 
 Why should you dye it ? 
 It has not grown less fair, 
 Nor lost its glint so rare, 
 
 Since thou didst buy it. 
 
 37. From LUCILIUS (XL 115) 
 
 HPHE portrait-painter Eutyches 
 Has painted many canvases, 
 And has begotten twenty sons ; 
 But has not got a likeness once. 
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 From HORACE 
 (i) Odes, I. 8 
 
 T YDIA, by the Gods above, 
 
 *~* Tell me why your fatal love 
 
 Hastes to ruin Sybaris? 
 
 Tell me, Lydia, why it is 
 
 That he shuns the sunny plain, 
 
 Who of old feared dust nor strain ; 
 
 That no longer he appears 
 
 Soldierlike amid his peers, 
 
 Curbing in his Gallic steed, 
 
 Till the sharp bit makes him bleed ? 
 
 Why fears he his limbs to lave 
 
 In the Tiber's yellow wave? 
 
 Why avoids he oil far more 
 
 Warily than viper's gore ? 
 
 Why no longer bruis'd and red 
 
 Are his arms, discoloured 
 
 By the quoit and javelin, thrown 
 
 Once so far, with such renown ? 
 
 Tell me why he lieth hid 
 
 As the son of Thetis did, 
 
 Ere was lighted Troy's sad pyre, 
 
 Lest a masculine attire 
 
 Forth might drive him to the fray, 
 
 Glaucus' Lycian hosts to slay.
 
 (2) Odes, IV. ^ 
 
 T^HE snows have fled : the plain fresh grass 
 receives ; 
 
 The tree resumes its leaves ; 
 Earth feels a change : the swollen streams subside, 
 
 And in their channels glide. 
 Lo, the year warns thee, and the flying day, 
 
 'Thou shalt not live for aye.' 
 The winter's cold at the west wind's caress 
 
 Grows ever less and less. 
 Summer treads close on Spring ; but soon will die, 
 
 As Autumn draweth nigh ; 
 And, what time fruitful Autumn spends his store, 
 
 Dead Winter comes once more. 
 Still the swift moons each season's loss repair : 
 
 But we, when fallen there 
 Where good Aeneas and rich kings are thrust, 
 
 Shadows are we, and dust. 
 Who knows if God shall add to-morrow's ray 
 
 To total of to-day ? 
 Whate'er thou tak'st not for thy dear soul's sake, 
 
 Thy greedy heir will take. 
 When thou art dead, when Minos' grim decree 
 
 Hath been pronounced on thee, 
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 Neither thy virtue nor thy eloquence 
 Nor birth shall snatch thee thence. 
 
 Dian availed not from the gloomy grave 
 Chaste Hippolyte to save, 
 
 Nor Theseus from the soul he loved so well 
 To burst the bonds of hell. 
 
 From MARTIAL 
 (i) I. 10 
 
 O wed Maronilla Gemellus is fain, 
 
 Nor scorns he with gifts fervid vows to combine. 
 She's fair, then? Ah no, she's disgustingly plain. 
 Then what is her merit? She's in a decline. 
 
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 (2) i. 32 
 
 A LONE for thy lost sire thou dost not weep : 
 ** When others see, thy bidden tears out-leap. 
 Whoso would fain be praised, mourns not the dead: 
 He truly grieves who grieves unwitnessed. 
 
 (3) ! I02 
 
 HO painted you as Venus, doth deserve a 
 Reward from her he compliments Minerva. 
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 (4) III. 61 
 
 DU ask 'for a mere nothing.' I supply you 
 With nothing: therefore nothing I deny you. 
 
 (5) HI. 65 
 
 / < ~ > VDOUR of apples crushed beneath 
 ^^ A tender maiden's pearly teeth ; 
 The breeze that blows from Corycus, 
 With saffron most delicious ; 
 The vineyard at the silver hour 
 When early clusters burst to flower ; 
 The faint and subtle scents that sweep 
 From grass new-mown by browsing sheep ; 
 Rubbed amber ; and the myrtle tree ; 
 The reaper of far Araby ; 
 Pale flames of incense ; and the plain 
 Just sprinkled with light summer rain ; 
 The garland, sweeter from the hair 
 That still is moist with spikenard rare ; 
 All these are in each fragrant kiss, 
 O cruel, tho' you grudge the bliss : 
 What if those kisses were complete, 
 And given without grudging, sweet? 
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 (6) IV. 2i 
 
 QUOTH Segius ' Faith is Vanity. 
 If God were, my profanity 
 Had felt his just severity. 
 And therefore my prosperity 
 Proves Heaven an inanity.' 
 
 (7) VI. 18 
 
 ' I "HAN him, who rests in Spain, so dear to thee, 
 * No holier shade the Stygian flood has crost. 
 Yet grief were sin : for, while thou livest, he 
 Lives with the part of life he valued most. 
 
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 (8) XII. 47 
 
 OU have such diverse qualities about you, 
 With you I cannot live, nor yet without you. 
 
 or 
 
 'RE so surly, so kind, so unpleasant, so 
 pleasant, 
 
 That I cannot bear life when you're absent or present. 
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 (9) X. 3 2 
 
 'VVTHOSE is this image in your study set 
 
 With many a rose bedecked, and violet?' 
 ' Such was my Marcus in life's midmost time ; 
 Thus, old, he saw himself still in his prime. 
 If Art could but his character portray, 
 The world no fairer picture could display.' 
 
 (10) VI. 28 
 
 "D ESTS beneath this marble tomb, 
 *-^ Close to the Flaminian Way, 
 Glaucias ; whose early doom 
 
 Made all Rome bewail the day. 
 Melior's well-known freedman he, 
 
 And his lord's short-lived delight, 
 Of unstained purity, 
 
 Quick of mind, of beauty bright. 
 Harvests twelve had passed o'er him, 
 
 Scarce had dawned his thirteenth year: 
 Wayfarer, whose eyes are dim, 
 
 Mayst thou ne'er mourn one so dear. 
 
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 From HILDEBERTUS 
 (See Bryce's ' Holy Roman Empire,' p. 460) 
 
 ONCE false gods and useless idols were my 
 worship and delight ; 
 Then my conquests, people, ramparts, manifested 
 
 forth my might. 
 Now those superstitious altars and their gods are 
 
 overthrown ; 
 Rome hath shaken off her bondage, servant of one 
 
 God alone : 
 Yet behold my temples crumbling, walls destroyed, 
 
 and people slaves, 
 Senators and consuls vanished, and my knights 
 
 degenerate knaves. 
 I can scarce myself remember ; Rome forgets what 
 
 Rome has been ; 
 Different cities, different beings ; ruin spreads a cloud 
 
 between. 
 Yet decay is more than grandeur, poverty is more 
 
 than wealth, 
 And I hold my mortal sickness ten times better than 
 
 my health : 
 For the Cross outshines the Eagle ; more than Caesar 
 
 Peter brings ; 
 Prouder is my sluggish rabble than those vanished 
 
 belted kings. 
 
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 Whole, I vanquished earthly cities: rent, I rule the 
 
 realms below. 
 Whole, I swayed the body : broken, o'er the soul my 
 
 yoke I throw. 
 Now no more in earthly cities, paltry mobs, my 
 
 empire lies : 
 I am Queen of spirit-princes, I am mistress of the 
 
 skies. 
 
 From FLAMINIUS, A.D. 1489-1550 
 
 'VT'E, my dear friends, rejoice that I am free 
 * From feverous misery; 
 But I do chiefly thank my God for this 
 
 Surpassing gift of His, 
 In that He gave to me a ready mind 
 
 To leave my clay behind, 
 That I might never like a rebel fight 
 
 Against His sovereign right. 
 P'ather on high, for ever keep my mind 
 
 As now it is inclined ; 
 May I will ever that which Thou dost choose, 
 
 Thy mandates ne'er refuse ! 
 For this alone, friends of one heart with me, 
 
 Makes bliss from misery. 
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 From HIERONYMUS AMALTHEUS 
 (A.D. 1507-1574) 
 
 his right eye poor Aeon is bereft, 
 His sister Leonilla of her left ; 
 Both fair as gods above. 
 Sweet boy, give her the eye still left to thee! 
 And thus an Aphrodite she will be, 
 And thou a sightless Love. 
 
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