Carmina

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23.7
Nor be this marvel: hale are all,
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Well ye digest; no fears appal
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For household-arsons, heavy ruin,
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Plunderings impious, poison-brewin’
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Or other parlous case forlorn.
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Your frames are hard and dried like horn,
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Or if more arid aught ye know
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By suns and frosts and hunger-throe.
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Then why not happy as thou’rt hale?
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Sweat’s strange to thee, spit fails, and fail
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Phlegm and foul snivel from the nose.
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Add cleanness that aye cleanlier shows
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A bum than salt-pot cleanlier,
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Nor ten times cack’st in total year,
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And harder ’tis than pebble or bean
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Which rubbed in hand or crumbled, e’en
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On finger ne’er shall make unclean.
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Such blessings (Furius !) such a prize
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Never belittle nor despise;
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Hundred sesterces seek no more
23.27
With wonted prayer—enow’s thy store!
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O of Juventian youths the flowret fair
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Not of these only, but of all that were
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Or shall be, coming in the coming years,
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Better waste Midas’ wealth (to me appears)
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On him that owns nor slave nor money-chest
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Than thou shouldst suffer by his love possest.
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What! is he vile or not fair?Yes! I attest,
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Yet owns this man so comely neither slaves nor chest
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My words disdain thou or accept at best
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Yet neither slave he owns nor money-chest.
25.1
Thou bardache Thallus! more than Coney’s robe
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Soft, or goose-marrow or ear’s lowmost lobe,
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Or Age’s languid yard and cobweb’d part,
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Same Thallus greedier than the gale thou art,
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When the Kite-goddess shows thee Gulls agape,
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Return my muffler thou hast dared to rape,
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Saetaban napkins, tablets of Thynos, all
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Which (Fool!) ancestral heirlooms thou didst call.
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These now unglueing from thy claws restore,
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Lest thy soft hands, and floss-like flanklets score
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The burning scourges, basely signed and lined,
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And thou unwonted toss like wee barque tyned
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’Mid vasty Ocean vexed by madding wind!
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Furius! our Villa never Austral force
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Broke, neither set thereon Favonius’ course,
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Nor savage Boreas, nor Epeliot’s strain,
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But fifteen thousand crowns and hundreds twain
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Wreckt it, —Oh ruinous by-wind, breezy bane!
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Thou youngling drawer of Falernian old
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Crown me the goblets with a bitterer wine
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As was Postumia’s law that rules the feast
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Than ebriate grape-stone more inebriate.
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But ye fare whither please ye (water-nymphs!)
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To wine pernicious, and to sober folk
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Migrate ye: mere Thyonian juice be here!
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Followers of Piso, empty band
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With your light budgets packt to hand,
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Veránius best! Fabúllus mine!
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What do ye? Bore ye enough, in fine
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Of frost and famine with yon sot?
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What loss or gain have haply got
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Your tablets? so, whenas I ranged
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With Praetor, gains for loss were changed.
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O Memmius! thou did’st long and late
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me supine slow and
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But (truly see I) in such case
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Diddled you were by wight as base
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Sans mercy. Noble friends go claim!
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Now god and goddess give you grame
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Disgrace of Romulus! Remus’ shame!
29.1
Who e’er could witness this (who could endure
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Except the lewdling, dicer, greedy-gut)
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That should Mamurra get what hairy Gaul
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And all that farthest Britons held whilòme?
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(Thou bardache Romulus!) this wilt see and bear?
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Then art a lewdling, dicer, greedy-gut!
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He now superb with pride superfluous
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Shall go perambulate the bedrooms all
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Like white-robed dovelet or Adonis-love.
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Romulus thou bardache! this wilt see and bear?
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Then art a lewdling, dicer, greedy-gut!
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Is’t for such like name, sole Emperor thou!
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Thou soughtest extreme Occidental Isle?
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That this your Mentula
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Millions and Milliards might at will absorb?
29.15
What is’t but Liberality misplaced?
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What trifles wasted he, small heirlooms spent?
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First his paternal goods were clean dispersed;
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Second went Pontus’ spoils and for the third,—
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Ebro-land,—weets it well gold-rolling Tage.
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Fear him the Gallias? Him the Britons’ fear?
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Why cherish this ill-wight? what ’vails he do?
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Save fat paternal heritage devour?
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Lost ye for such a name, o puissant pair
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(Father and Son-in-law), our all-in-all?
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Alfénus! short of memory, false to comrades dearest-dear,
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Now hast no pity (hardened Soul!) for friend and loving fere?
30.3
Now to betray me, now to guile. thou (traitor!) ne’er dost pause?
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Yet impious feats of fraudful men ne’er force the Gods’ applause:

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