306:184,000[' ]| 306:184,000[A ]| 306:184,000[A ]| 306:184,001[A ]| In$4$ all the World, which$6#1$ between Cadiz lies 306:184,002[A ]| And Eastern Ganges, few there are so$5#1$ wise 306:184,003[A ]| To$9$ know true Good from feigned without all mist 306:184,004[A ]| Of Error. For$3$, by$4$ Reason's Rule what is it 306:184,005[A ]| We fear or wish? what is it we ever begun 306:184,006[A ]| With foot so$5#1$ right, but we disliked it done? 306:184,007[A ]| Whole houses the Easy Gods have overthrown 306:184,008[A ]| At their fond Prayers, that$6#1$ did the Houses own. 306:184,009[A ]| What hurts in$4$ Peace, in$4$ War what hurts we crave: 306:184,010[A ]| By$4$ flood of Speech, by$4$ Eloquence some have <10> 306:184,011[A ]| Procured their Ruin. One was spoiled at length 306:184,012[A ]| By$4$ trusting to$4$ his wondrous Arm's tried strength. 306:184,013[A ]| But more are choked by$4$ Gold with too much speed 306:184,014[A ]| And care stored up$5$, which$6#1$ does as much exceed 306:184,015[A ]| All Patrimonies, as the British whale 306:184,016[A ]| The Dolphin. While then Nero did prevail, 306:184,017[A ]| His whole dire Band of Soldiers did beset 306:184,018[A ]| Longinus, and the Rich Seneca's great 306:184,019[A ]| Gardens, and the brave Lateran's delight, 306:184,020[A ]| Rare Structures. Seldom did they Cock-lofts fright. <20> 306:184,021[A ]| If thou dost carry but a little Plate 306:184,022[A ]| By$4$ night, the Sword and long-staff thou fearest straight. 306:185,023[A ]| A wagged Reeds shade by$4$ Moon-light terror brings; 306:185,024[A ]| Before a Thief, who$6#1$ travails empty, sings. 306:185,025[A ]| Our first desire it is to$4$ most shrines most known, 306:185,026[A ]| That$3$ our full wealth and store increase, that$3$ none 306:185,027[A ]| In$4$ the whole Forum have so$5#1$ large a Chest. 306:185,028[A ]| Who$6#2$ is poisoned yet from Earthen Cups? But Best 306:185,029[A ]| It is, to$9$ fear That$3$, when thy hand does hold 306:185,030[A ]| Gemmed bowls, and Setine sparkling in$4$ large Gold. <30> 306:185,031[A ]| Dost thou not praise that$6#2$ wise man then, which$6#1$ still 306:185,032[A ]| Laughed, if he had put his foot but over his Sill? 306:185,033[A ]| And the other too, that$6#1$ wept? Yet at the Rout 306:185,034[A ]| Easy it is to$9$ Laugh-out a stern Flout, 306:185,035[A ]| But strange, methinks, it is, the other should Cry 306:185,036[A ]| Always, and still find tears to$9$ fill his Eye! 306:185,037[A ]| Splenetical Democritus did make 306:185,038[A ]| His Lungs with a perpetual Laughter shake; 306:185,039[A ]| Though his rude Thracians never saw such things, 306:185,040[A ]| As Litters, Rods, Chairs, Robes for$4$ Lords and Kings. <40> 306:185,041[A ]| But had he seen a Praetor in$4$ a high 306:185,042[A ]| Chariot, in$4$ the dusty Circus, to$4$ every eye 306:185,043[A ]| Strut in$4$ Jove's Coat, and from his shoulders down 306:185,044[A ]| To$9$ trail a spreading rich-embroidered Gown, 306:185,045[A ]| Large as Sarranian Tapestry! Or ever 306:185,046[A ]| Seen the Orb of Crown, which$6#1$ no$2$ one neck can bear! 306:185,047[A ]| A Public Servant sweats for$4$ it; who$6#1$ does ride 306:185,048[A ]| In$4$ the Consul's Chariot to$9$ abate his Pride. 306:185,049[A ]| Add the Eagle raised on$4$ Ivory Sceptre; There 306:185,050[A ]| The Cornet-winders, Troops of Servants Here <50> 306:185,051[A ]| Marching before; At his bridle white-gowned friends, 306:185,052[A ]| Whose Hope on$4$ his Dole, yet in$4$ His Chest attends. 306:185,053[A ]| Even Then at every turn just cause, to$9$ flout 306:185,054[A ]| He found: whose Wisdom puts it beyond doubt, 306:185,055[A ]| That$3$ brave Men, great Examples, may sometimes 306:185,056[A ]| Be born amongst sheepish Dolts, and in$4$ gross Climes. 306:185,057[A ]| He jeered the People's Cares, and Joys, and Tears 306:185,058[A ]| Sometimes; At Fortune's threats he felt no$2$ Fears; 306:185,059[A ]| He sent a halter to$4$ her, and held out 306:185,060[A ]| The middle Finger. Wherefore the dull rout <60> 306:185,061[A ]| Craves what is Vain or Deadly: and thus bows, 306:185,062[A ]| Fixing with wax to$4$ the Gods knees such Vows! 306:185,063[A ]| Power Subject to$4$ great Envy headlong throws 306:185,064[A ]| Some: Their branched Pages and extended rows 306:185,065[A ]| Of Honours, like$4$ a flood, their states quite swallow; 306:185,066[A ]| Down come their Statues and the Halter follow. 306:185,067[A ]| Then the Axe their Chariot-wheels with banging stroke 306:185,068[A ]| Splits out, and their poor horses' Legs are broke. 306:185,069[A ]| Hark, the Fires snap: the Rout's adored Head lacks 306:185,070[A ]| Nor Blast, nor Furnace: Huge Sejanus cracks! <70> 306:185,071[A ]| Of the world's second Face are formed strange matters, 306:185,072[A ]| Water-pots, Basins, Frying-Pans and Platters. 306:186,073@x | Crowned be the doors with Bays! A Bull chalk-white 306:186,074@x | And large, led to$4$ Jove's Capitol! O sight! 306:186,075@x | Sejanus Dragged! O joy! His Lips, his wan 306:186,076@x | Face saw you? Believe it I never loved the Man. 306:186,077@x | But, under what Crime fell he? who$6#2$ detected? 306:186,078@x | What signs? What witness was there? Quite neglected 306:186,079@x | These Questions are. A tedious Letter came 306:186,080@x | From Caprea. Oh, I ask no$2$ more of Fame. <80> 306:186,081[A ]| But now on$4$ whom does Remus his Rout wait? 306:186,082[A ]| Fortune leads them still: the condemned they Hate. 306:186,083[A ]| For$3$, the same People, had but Nursia blest 306:186,084[A ]| Her Tuscan, and the Prince's Age oppressed 306:186,085[A ]| While then secure, had with rare change of Fate, 306:186,086[A ]| Proclaimed Sejanus their Augustus straight. 306:186,087[A ]| For$3$, since we sold no$2$ Suffrages, All live 306:186,088[A ]| Neglecting Cares; and They, which$6#1$ once did give 306:186,089[A ]| The Empire, Rods, Legions, all things, now contain 306:186,090[A ]| Themselves, and but two things strive to$9$ obtain, <90> 306:186,091[A ]| Bread and the Circus. 306:186,091@x | Many, I hear, must die! 306:186,092@x | It is sure: our small Furnace breathes Flames! And my 306:186,093@x | Brutidius looked half-pale, as me he met 306:186,094@x | At Mars his Altar! I am afraid our Great 306:186,095@x | Ajax overcome Revenge will$1$ take, as ill 306:186,096@x | Guarded! Let us run then straight, and with some skill, 306:186,097@x | While on$4$ the bank he lies, on$4$ Caesar's foe 306:186,098@x | Trample. But let our Servants' eye too know 306:186,099@x | As much, lest they deny it; and by$4$ the neck tie us, 306:186,100@x | Hale us before the Judge, and for$4$ life try us. <100> 306:186,101[A ]| These were the Speeches, which$6#1$ then passed about 306:186,102[A ]| Sejanus; These the whisperings of the Rout. 306:186,103[A ]| Wouldst thou be now saluted like$4$ the Great 306:186,104[A ]| Sejanus? Have his Wealth? Give one the Seat 306:186,105[A ]| Of Justice, or an Army? Be the Admired 306:186,106[A ]| Guardian to$4$ the Prince with his Chaldy-Herd retired 306:186,107[A ]| To$4$ Caprea, his Court-Rock? Sure, your Band 306:186,108[A ]| Of Foot, your Darts, you would have; Nay command 306:186,109[A ]| The Horse-troops and Praetorian Camp! why, still 306:186,110[A ]| Wish this. They would have Power, that$6#1$ would not kill. <110> 306:186,111[A ]| But what is of so$5#1$ rare and rich account, 306:186,112[A ]| Whose Evil does not still the Good surmount? 306:186,113[A ]| Wouldst choose the dragged Sejanus's robe to$9$ wear, 306:186,114[A ]| Or Rule, at Gabis and Fidena, bear? 306:186,115[A ]| And at empty Ulubrae freely speak, 306:186,116[A ]| Though a coarse Edile, and false measures break? 306:186,117[A ]| What then he should have wished, thou dost confess 306:186,118[A ]| Sejanus knew not. For$3$, while he did press 306:186,119[A ]| After too great Honours and wealth, his Fate 306:186,120[A ]| Raised but more stories in$4$ his Tower of State, <120> 306:186,121[A ]| Whence to$4$ a greater Ruin after all 306:186,122[A ]| With a huge Pitch-pole he was forced to$9$ fall. 306:187,123[A ]| The Crassi, the Pompeii, what overthrew? 306:187,124[A ]| Or Caesar, who$6#1$ the tamed Quiritians drew 306:187,125[A ]| To$4$ his scourge? wast not High Place sought by$4$ the worst 306:187,126[A ]| Arts, and Great Vows obtained of Heaven and Cursed? 306:187,127[A ]| To$4$ Ceres's Son-in-Law few Kings descend 306:187,128[A ]| Unslain; few Tyrants with a Dry death End. 306:187,129[A ]| Demosthenes or Tullie's Tongue and Fame 306:187,130[A ]| He craves all Pallas's Feast-days without Shame, <130> 306:187,131[A ]| Whose young three-farthings wit can scarce yet prate, 306:187,132[A ]| On$4$ whom a Keeper and small Satchel wait: 306:187,133[A ]| Yet both these Orators fell by$4$ their Tongue; 306:187,134[A ]| From their exundant wit their Ruin sprung, 306:187,135[A ]| Wit chopped off Tullie's Hand and Head: but never 306:187,136[A ]| Did Silly Lawyers blood the Pew besmear. 306:187,137@w | O Rome redeemed, deemed lost, yet Happy born, 306:187,138@w | When as thy Consul's Robes by$4$ me were worn. 306:187,139[A ]| He might have scorned Antonie's Sword, if still 306:187,140[A ]| He had writ no$2$ better. I would write lines as ill, <140> 306:187,141[A ]| Rather than Thee, Divine Philippic, Bold 306:187,142[A ]| Though famed, which$6#1$ art, after the first, unrolled. 306:187,143[A ]| He perished too, whose tongue Athens admired: 306:187,144[A ]| At whose curb the full Theatre retired. 306:187,145[A ]| Yet was he born with adverse Gods and Fate, 306:187,146[A ]| Whom his coarse blear-eyed Father, that$6#1$ did wait 306:187,147[A ]| On$4$ glowing Iron and smoke sent from his trade, 306:187,148[A ]| From Coal, Tongs, Anvil, upon$4$ which$6#1$ are made 306:187,149[A ]| Good Swords; from all his black Vulcanian tools, 306:187,150[A ]| Upon$4$ the Rhetoricians' fatal Schools. <150> 306:187,151[A ]| The spoils of War, a Coat of Mail fixed high 306:187,152[A ]| On$4$ Trophy's Snags, a Beaver hanging by$4$ 306:187,153[A ]| One joint from a cleft Helmet, a Beam maimed 306:187,154[A ]| Chariot, a Galley's Flag by$4$ conquest shamed, 306:187,155[A ]| And on$4$ High Arch, a drooping Captive, vain 306:187,156[A ]| Opinion counts a bliss more than Human! 306:187,157[A ]| The Roman, Grecian, and Barbarian raise 306:187,158[A ]| Themselves to$4$ Toil and Danger for$4$ this Praise. 306:187,159[A ]| The thirst of Fame does so$5#1$ much more Infire 306:187,160[A ]| The Breast, than Virtue: which$6#1$ who$6#2$ does desire <160> 306:187,161[A ]| Without Reward? Yet former times can show 306:187,162[A ]| Kingdoms lost by$4$ the glory of a few, 306:187,163[A ]| Whose Aim was Titles, that$6#1$ should never die, 306:187,164[A ]| Fixed on$4$ proud Tombs, wherein their ashes lie: 306:187,165[A ]| Which$6#1$ the wild Fig-tree yet, for$4$ all their State, 306:187,166[A ]| Shrewdly casts down; For$3$, Tombs too have their Fate. 306:187,167[A ]| Weigh Hannibal: of his Dust how many pounds 306:187,168[A ]| Find ye? To$4$ him yet Afric yields not bounds: 306:187,169[A ]| On$4$ whose West-shore the Atlantic waves do beat 306:187,170[A ]| The Eastern stretching out to$4$ Nilus's Heat; <170> 306:187,171[A ]| To$4$ Ethiopia's Inhabitants 306:187,172[A ]| It runs too, and to$4$ the other Elephants. 306:188,173[A ]| He adds Spain; Next, the Pyreneans show 306:188,174[A ]| Him way: Nature opposes the Alps and Snow. 306:188,175[A ]| He digs through Rocks; with Vinegar he eats 306:188,176[A ]| Through Mountains. Now in$4$ Italy he seats 306:188,177[A ]| Himself; and yet even There more must be won: 306:188,178@w | Nothing, alas, 306:188,178[A ]| says he, 306:188,178@w | is yet done, 306:188,179@w | Unless our Punic Power forcing Rome's Gates 306:188,180@w | In$4$ their Suburra on$4$ our Ensign waits. <180> 306:188,181[A ]| O goodly Face and Picture! A one-Eyed 306:188,182[A ]| General does a Getulian Beast bestride! 306:188,183[A ]| Well, what is his End? O Glory! A Defeat 306:188,184[A ]| He has! Flies into Exile! There this Great 306:188,185[A ]| Strange Client waits at Court his Moan to$9$ make, 306:188,186[A ]| When the Bythinian Tyrant is pleased to$9$ wake. 306:188,187[A ]| Yet, neither Swords, nor Stones, nor Arrows can 306:188,188[A ]| Drive this tumultuous Soul from this Wild Man: 306:188,189[A ]| But That$6#2$, which$6#1$ just revenge at last did bring, 306:188,190[A ]| For$4$ so$5#1$ much blood at Cannae shed, That$6#2$ Ring. <190> 306:188,191[A ]| Go Mad-man; Pass the dire Alps; to$9$ please fools! 306:188,192[A ]| To$9$ be a Declamation for$4$ the Schools! 306:188,193[A ]| To$4$ the Pellean youth one world's small Ground; 306:188,194[A ]| Poor wretch, he Sweats in$4$ the world's narrow bound; 306:188,195[A ]| As if Gyarian Rocks enclosed him, or small 306:188,196[A ]| Seriphos. Yet when Babylon's brick-wall 306:188,197[A ]| He enters, a Tomb serves him. It is made known, 306:188,198[A ]| What Dwarfs our bodies are, by$4$ Death alone. 306:188,199[A ]| Men once believed, Athos was sailed about, 306:188,200[A ]| And all that$6#1$ lying Greece dares story out; <200> 306:188,201[A ]| That$3$ those Ships paved the firm Sea, which$6#1$ did bear 306:188,202[A ]| Chariot-wheels. We believe deep Rivers were 306:188,203[A ]| Drunk up$5$ and dried, while the Mede dined; Nay, things 306:188,204[A ]| Which$6#1$ Sostratus does chant with moistened wings. 306:188,205[A ]| How yet left the Barbarian Salamine, 306:188,206[A ]| Whose whips once made Corus and Eurus whine? 306:188,207[A ]| Such in$4$ the Aeolian Dungeon they never found; 306:188,208[A ]| Earth-shaking Neptune too his Shackles bound. 306:188,209[A ]| It was well he Stigmatised him not. What God 306:188,210[A ]| Would be at such a frantic Master's Nod? <210> 306:188,211[A ]| But how returned he? Even in$4$ one small boat 306:188,212[A ]| Through shoals of Carcasses, which$6#1$ still did float 306:188,213[A ]| In$4$ waves of blood; His prow was almost tired. 306:188,214[A ]| Lo, the Reward of Glory so$5#1$ desired! 306:188,215[A ]| Give length of Life, O Jove, give many years; 306:188,216[A ]| With face direct, This only, pale with fears, 306:188,217[A ]| Thou beggest. Yet what continual Ills, how strange, 306:188,218[A ]| Grieve Age? Chiefly a Face, by$4$ deformed change, 306:188,219[A ]| Unlike itself! No$2$ Skin, but a foul Hide 306:188,220[A ]| Behold! Bagged cheeks, with wrinkles deep and wide! <220> 306:188,221[A ]| In$4$ Tabracha's large Shades a Grandam-Ape 306:188,222[A ]| Just such in$4$ her old mumping cheek does scrape. 306:189,223[A ]| Young men do differ much: Some are more Fair 306:189,224[A ]| Than others; Some than some far stronger are. 306:189,225[A ]| There is but one Face of Age! Limb and Voice grows 306:189,226[A ]| Feeble; The Head is bald: Moist is the Baby-Nose. 306:189,227[A ]| With Gums disarmed, alas, their bread they press; 306:189,228[A ]| Wife, Children, and themselves they do distress: 306:189,229[A ]| They would tire the Soother Cossus. Wine and Meat 306:189,230[A ]| Yield not the Palate the old delight and heat. <230> 306:189,231[A ]| Lust they long since forgot: which$6#1$ wouldst thou know 306:189,232[A ]| Now, yet a broken belly would say, No$7$. 306:189,233[A ]| No$2$ Art or Time repairs thee. When the true 306:189,234[A ]| Moisture of Life is gone, canst hope for$4$ new, 306:189,235[A ]| Now Sick and Old? we justly do suspect 306:189,236[A ]| Such as do pleasure without strength affect. 306:189,237[A ]| Behold the loss now of another part; 306:189,238[A ]| For$3$ what delight is there from Voice and Art 306:189,239[A ]| Of rare Musician, though Seleucus it were, 306:189,240[A ]| Or such as use the Embroidered Cloak to$9$ wear. <240> 306:189,241[A ]| In$4$ the large Theatre he needs no$2$ choice 306:189,242[A ]| Of Seat: he scarce can hear Cornets, or the voice 306:189,243[A ]| Of Trumpets. Loud they bawl, to$9$ make him know, 306:189,244[A ]| Who$6#1$ is at his door, or how the hours do go. 306:189,245[A ]| In$4$ his cold Veins the little blood is never hot 306:189,246[A ]| Without a Fever. All Diseases got 306:189,247[A ]| Into one band do dance about him: though, 306:189,248[A ]| If you inquire their names, I will$1$ sooner show 306:189,249[A ]| How many Adulterers Hippia had; how many 306:189,250[A ]| Sick in$4$ one Autumn Themison did bane ye: <250> 306:189,251[A ]| How many Associates Basilus disseated: 306:189,252[A ]| How many woeful Wards rich Irus cheated: 306:189,253[A ]| How many Towns he owns who$6#1$ went snip, snip, 306:189,254[A ]| As his quick Scissors my young beard did clip. 306:189,255[A ]| One's Shoulders weak; another's Loins: One Cries 306:189,256[A ]| Out on$4$ his Hip. He has lost both his Eyes, 306:189,257[A ]| And Envies those, that$6#1$ have one left; This lingers, 306:189,258[A ]| And his pale lips take food from others fingers. 306:189,259[A ]| At sight of Meat, one with mouth drawn awry, 306:189,260[A ]| Like$4$ the young Swallow yawns, to$4$ whom does fly <260> 306:189,261[A ]| The hungry dam with food in$4$ mouth. Yet, than 306:189,262[A ]| All loss of limb, far worse is Dotage; when 306:189,263[A ]| One does forget his Servants' Names, A known 306:189,264[A ]| Friend's Face, that$6#1$ Supped with him last night; his own 306:189,265[A ]| Children, whom he has long brought up$5$. For$3$ by$4$ 306:189,266[A ]| A Cruel Will$0$, These he does quite deny 306:189,267[A ]| To$9$ be his Heirs: his State is all conveyed 306:189,268[A ]| To$4$ Phiale, so$5#1$ far he is overswayed 306:189,269[A ]| By$4$ the Art of her Rank Tongue. She long did use 306:189,270[A ]| To$9$ serve in$4$ the fit Prison of the Stews. <270> 306:189,271[A ]| But though the sense and wit be still entire, 306:189,272[A ]| Yet must they Bury Children; see the Fire 306:190,273[A ]| Of their Loved Wife and Brother; view they must 306:190,274[A ]| Urns filled with their dear Sister's Bones and Dust. 306:190,275[A ]| Thus are they punished, that$6#1$ live long! Still new 306:190,276[A ]| Slaughter does in$4$ their House the Old ensue. 306:190,277[A ]| Amidst Plaints and daily grief this they behold; 306:190,278[A ]| And thus still in$4$ Fresh Mourning weeds grow old! 306:190,279[A ]| The Pylian King (may Homer's Great word go) 306:190,280[A ]| Was for$4$ long life next Pattern to$4$ the Crow. <280> 306:190,281[A ]| Happy, no$2$ doubt, that$6#1$ could so$5#1$ long withstand 306:190,282[A ]| Death, and now count his years on$4$ his right hand! 306:190,283[A ]| That$6#1$ drunk so$5#1$ oft new wine! Yet hear his strain 306:190,284[A ]| A little, he of Fate he does complain, 306:190,285[A ]| And his Life's Thread too long, when he saw stout 306:190,286[A ]| Antilochus his Beard burn! He cries out 306:190,287[A ]| To$4$ his friends, 306:190,287@w | why Live I still? 306:190,287[A ]| And asks in$4$ rage, 306:190,288[A ]| What Crime condemned him to$4$ so$5#1$ long an Age? 306:190,289[A ]| Peleus his dead Achilles thus bewails: 306:190,290[A ]| And He that$6#1$ Mourns, while his Ulysses Sails. <290> 306:190,291[A ]| Had Troy stood, Priamus with happy fate 306:190,292[A ]| Had come to$4$ Assaracus his Ghost in$4$ State, 306:190,293[A ]| Hector and his Brothers clad in$4$ sad attire 306:190,294[A ]| Bearing the Body to$4$ its funeral fire, 306:190,295[A ]| Amidst the Ilians' Tears; Cassandra first had lent 306:190,296[A ]| Cries, then Polyxena her Robe had rent: 306:190,297[A ]| Had he but died, before Paris had begun 306:190,298[A ]| To$9$ build bold Ships, by$4$ which$6#1$ Troy was undone! 306:190,299[A ]| What Good then brought his Age? His Age saw All 306:190,300[A ]| Overturned by$4$ Fire and Sword, Great Asia's Fall! <300> 306:190,301[A ]| The Crown laid by$5$, his Age more Armed than Bold, 306:190,302[A ]| Before Jove's Altar falls, like$4$ Ox grown old; 306:190,303[A ]| Which$6#1$ to$4$ his Master's knife, his weak neck now 306:190,304[A ]| Holds out, now scorned by$4$ the ungrateful Plough! 306:190,305[A ]| Yet died he like$4$ a man: but his wife, which$6#1$ 306:190,306[A ]| Out-lived him, grinned and barked like$4$ a grim bitch. 306:190,307[A ]| I haste unto our Own, and here omit 306:190,308[A ]| The Pontic King, and Crassus taught just wit 306:190,309[A ]| By$4$ Sweet-tongued Solon, who$6#1$ said, still attend 306:190,310[A ]| In$4$ long Life not the Glory, but the End. <310> 306:190,311[A ]| The Exile, Poison, and Minturnian Moor, 306:190,312[A ]| The Bread at Conquered Carthage begged by$4$ poor 306:190,313[A ]| Marius, drew hence their Cause. What thing more blest 306:190,314[A ]| Had Nature ever produced, or Rome at best, 306:190,315[A ]| Than that$6#2$ brave Man, if having led about 306:190,316[A ]| In$4$ all the Pomp of War his Captive-Rout, 306:190,317[A ]| He had breathed out his rich Soul, when he intended 306:190,318[A ]| From his Teutonic Chariot to$9$ have descended? 306:190,319[A ]| Campania's Providence on$4$ Pompey threw 306:190,320[A ]| A happy Fever: but the Fates withdrew, <320> 306:190,321[A ]| Great Venus so$5#2$ wrought; till Rome's and his own Dread 306:190,322[A ]| Fortune chopped off his Saved and Conquered Head. 306:191,323[A ]| Lentulus and Cethegus such divorce 306:191,324[A ]| Never knew; Catiline lay an entire corse. 306:191,325[A ]| At Venus's shrine a careful Mother's proud 306:191,326[A ]| Hope begs, for$4$ Sons softly, for$4$ girls aloud, 306:191,327[A ]| Choice Shape. O choice Desires! 306:191,327@v | Never blame my Prayer, 306:191,328[A ]| Says she, 306:191,328@v | Latona is glad Diana is fair. 306:191,329[A ]| Lucretia yet forbids to$9$ wish a Face 306:191,330[A ]| Like$4$ hers. Virginia would exchange her grace <330> 306:191,331[A ]| Of shape for$4$ Rutila's bunch-back. A lad 306:191,332[A ]| Too fair still makes his fearful Parents sad. 306:191,333[A ]| Beauty with Chastity so$5#1$ rarely goes! 306:191,334[A ]| Though a Coarse House such holy manners shows, 306:191,335[A ]| As once did grace the Sabine Dames! Nay, though 306:191,336[A ]| Kind Nature with a bounteous hand bestow 306:191,337[A ]| Chaste Disposition and a modest Face 306:191,338[A ]| Warm with a Blush; (For$3$, what more Noble grace 306:191,339[A ]| Can Nature's greatest Power to$4$ Youth impart, 306:191,340[A ]| Nature above all Guardians' Care and Art?) <340> 306:191,341[A ]| They are not suffered to$9$ be Men! Rich Lust 306:191,342[A ]| Dares bribe the Parents! Gifts they so$5#1$ much trust! 306:191,343[A ]| A shapeless Lad no$2$ Tyrant ever did make 306:191,344[A ]| His dear Court-Eunuch: Nero did not take 306:191,345[A ]| A Noble Club-foot-stripling; never contract 306:191,346[A ]| With one throat-swollen, gore-bellied, or Crump-backed. 306:191,347[A ]| Go now, rejoice in$4$ thy fair Son, on$4$ whom 306:191,348[A ]| Worse dangers wait. Before long he shall become 306:191,349[A ]| A Public Stallion, and such vengeance fear 306:191,350[A ]| As the Husband's rage exacts. For$3$, he shall never <350> 306:191,351[A ]| More escape the Net than Mars, by$4$ Luck or Wit. 306:191,352[A ]| That$6#2$ Grief sometimes Acts more, than Law thinks fit. 306:191,353[A ]| This the Sword kills: on$4$ bloody whips that$6#2$ ventures, 306:191,354[A ]| And some Adulterers the quick Mullet enters. 306:191,355[A ]| But thy Endymion shall love only some 306:191,356[A ]| Choice Dame; But when Servilia's gift doth come, 306:191,357[A ]| He will$1$ please whom he Loves Not. Then Jewels go; 306:191,358[A ]| On$4$ such moist Youth what will$1$ they not bestow? 306:191,359[A ]| A Hippia or Catulla let her be: 306:191,360[A ]| In$4$ this point yet the worst of them is Free. <360> 306:191,361[A ]| Does shape yet hurt the Chaste? Good it did none 306:191,362[A ]| To$4$ Hippolitus and grave Bellerophon. 306:191,363[A ]| The repulsed Cretan Phaedra's blood straight flowed 306:191,364[A ]| To$4$ a Blush; and Sthenobaea no$2$ less glowed. 306:191,365[A ]| Both shook themselves to$4$ wrath. The woman's spite 306:191,366[A ]| Is worst, when Shame too does their Hate excite. 306:191,367[A ]| Choose what thou wouldst advise Him, whom the Great 306:191,368[A ]| Empress resolves to$9$ Marry. This so$5#1$ Neat, 306:191,369[A ]| Good, Noble youth is haled, poor wretch, to$4$ Fate, 306:191,370[A ]| By$4$ Messalina's Eyes. She Dressed does wait <370> 306:191,371[A ]| In$4$ Crimson veil; The Tyrian Marriage-Bed 306:191,372[A ]| Is in$4$ the open Gardens richly spread. 306:192,373[A ]| Ten hundred thousand Sesterces, as due 306:192,374[A ]| Portion by$4$ Ancient Rite, she will$1$ make good too. 306:192,375[A ]| The Sooth-sayer, with those that$6#1$ Seal, attends. 306:192,376[A ]| This thou thoughtest known but to$4$ some trusty friends. 306:192,377[A ]| She will$1$ Marry in$4$ all Form. Now advise right: 306:192,378[A ]| Unless he yields, he dies before Candle-light. 306:192,379[A ]| If thou committest the Crime, the Delay is small: 306:192,380[A ]| Till the Facts known to$4$ Rome, Rout, Prince and all. <380> 306:192,381[A ]| The shame of his House He shall know last: meanwhile 306:192,382[A ]| Obey; unless a few days' life seems vile. 306:192,383[A ]| Choose yet the best, thy judgment can afford, 306:192,384[A ]| This fair, white Neck must feel the sharp-edged Sword. 306:192,385[A ]| Shall men then Ask for$4$ Nothing? If thou shalt Sway 306:192,386[A ]| Thy thoughts by$4$ mine, leave it to$4$ the Gods to$9$ weigh 306:192,387[A ]| What to$4$ us for$4$ our Good they may commit: 306:192,388[A ]| They will$1$ give, not things that$6#1$ Please, but things most Fit. 306:192,389[A ]| To$4$ them Man is dearer, than to$4$ Himself. By$4$ strong 306:192,390[A ]| Passions and blind Desires we led along <390> 306:192,391[A ]| Ask Wife and Children: But before we crave, 306:192,392[A ]| They know what Wife and Children we shall have. 306:192,393[A ]| Yet that$3$ thou mayst ask somewhat, and so$5#2$ bow 306:192,394[A ]| At their dread Shrines, and choicest entrails vow 306:192,395[A ]| With a white Hog's pure Sausages, still crave 306:192,396[A ]| In$4$ a sound Body, a sound Mind, so$5#1$ brave 306:192,397[A ]| That$3$ Death never daunt it; that$3$ does Death account 306:192,398[A ]| Amongst Nature's Favours, and all Grief surmount; 306:192,399[A ]| That$3$ knows no$2$ Anger, nor Desire; And more 306:192,400[A ]| Esteems of Hercules his Cures and Soar <400> 306:192,401[A ]| Task, than of Love-sports, Feasts and the down 306:192,402[A ]| Sardanapalus Lazed on$5$. This renown 306:192,403[A ]| Thyself mayst give thyself without more strife. 306:192,404[A ]| Virtue is the only Path to$4$ a Quiet Life. 306:192,405[A ]| The Gods are All Ours, if we are wise: but we 306:192,406[A ]| O Fortune, amongst the Powers Divine place Thee!