'By me, at least, you cannot fear to lose :
Take as you find me, or your chance refuse.
'The fortune I received, though render'd less,
You, by the laws of England, will possess:
And do you ask how much I mean to save
Of what a father, in his goodness, gave?
'Preach you retrenchment, in old-fashion'd strain,
And hope my capital may whole remain?
But Avarice works again: you sum the amount.
Presumptuous wretch! I'll settle this account.
Haste ye, my servants, to the city fly;
Nor heed the price, but every dainty buy.
Sum tibi Mercurius: venio Deus huc ego, ut ille Pingitur; en renuis? vín' tu gaudere relictis?
* Deest aliquid summæ: minui mihi : sed tibi totum est, Quicquid id est. ubi sit fuge quærere, quod mihi quon
Legårat Tadius: neu dicta repone paterna ;
Fænoris accedat merces; hinc exime sumptus.
Quid reliquum est? reliquum? nunc, nunc, impensiùs
Unge, puer, caules. mihi festâ luce coquatur
Bear round my cards; for I am wiser grown
At length: I will, I will enjoy my own.
Shall I abstain, that this low wretch, grown nice,
May seek the palm of fashionable vice?
May win new glory from successful bets,
In favours paid some noble beauty's debts?
'Like a pale ghost, shall I appear; but he
Owe bloated looks to what he gains from me?
"Consult our interest," would he whisper still.
"Go, * sue for places you're unfit to fill.
"For these by turns give fiercest foes support.
"Beset the minister, and ply the court,
"Scorn'd while you cringe; and wean'd from
"Lose independence, its far nobler part."
Urtica, et fissâ fumosum sinciput aure,
Ut tuus iste nepos olim, satur anseris extis,
Patricia immeiat vulvæ? mihi trama figuræ
Sit reliqua ast illi tremat omento popa venter?
"Vende animam lucro: 3 mercare; atq; excute solers
"Omne latus mundi, ne sit præstantior alter
What must I? 'tis resolved; no more I blame.
You have me, humble, as befits, and tame.
One annual thousand, with all profits clear,
Ushers the thriving pensioner's career.
Now four are added. When content you'll tell.
Behold six more, and own 'twas managed well.
Still silent? now six more my arts obtain.
Not yet enough!-To slave for you is vain.
Who to the limits of desires could reach,
Lax, as the logic of a patriot's speech?
"Cappadocas rigidâ pingues plausisse catastâ. "Rem duplica." Feci ; jam triplex, jam mihi quartò, Jam decies redit in rugam. depunge, ubi sistam, 3 Inventus, Chrysippe, tui finitor acervi.
HORACE'S EPISTLE TO THE PISOS.
Τον φθόνον ᾧ Πολλων ποδὶ τ ̓ ηλασεν, ὧδε τ ̓ εειπεν.
Ασσυριε πολαμοῖο μεγας ροος, αλλα τα πολλα
Δυμαία γῆς καὶ πολλον εφ ̓ ὑδαλι συρφεῖον ελκει.
Δηοΐ δ ̓ ἐκ απο πανθ' ύδως φορετσι
Αλλ' ἥλις καθαρη τε καὶ ακρααής ανεξάσει
ΠιδακΘ- εξ ἱερῆς ολίγη λίβας, ακρον αλον.
CALLIMACHUS, HYMN. AD APOLL.
Fierce with his foot indignant Phoebus spurn'd
The invidious monster, and in wrath return'd;
“ Wide rolls Euphrates' wave, but soil’d with mud,
"And dust and slime pollute the swelling flood:
"For Ceres still the fair Melissæ bring
"The purest water from the smallest spring,
“ That, softly murmuring, creeps along the plain,
"And falls with gentle cadence, to the main."
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