Page 29. _Unciatim_, &c. Terence’s Phormio, Act I., scene 1, in the opening: “All that this poor fellow has, by starving himself, bit by bit, with much ado, scraped together out of his pitiful allowance—(must go at one swoop, people never considering the price it cost him the getting).” _Eachard’s Terence_. Page 30. _κακὰ θηρία_, &c. Paul to Titus, “The Cretans are always liars, _evil beasts_, _slow bellies_.” Page 31. _Quisnam igitur_, &c. Horace’s Satires, II., 7. “Who then is free? The wise man, who has absolute rule over himself.” Page 31. Oenomaus, father of Hippodameia, would give her only to the suitor who could overcome him in a chariot race. Suitors whom he could overtake he killed. He killed himself when outstripped by Pelops, whom a god assisted, or, according to one version, a man who took the nails out of Oenomaus’ chariot wheels, and brought him down with a crash. Page 41. _Nunquam minus solus quam cum solus_. Never less alone than when alone. Page 47. _Sic ego_, &c. From Tibullus, IV., 13. Page 51. _O quis me gelidis_, &c. From the Second Book of Virgil’s Georgics, in a passage expressing the poet’s wish: Ye sacred Muses, with whose beauty fired, My soul is ravished and my brain inspired; Whose priest I am, whose holy fillets wear, Would you your poet’s first petition hear: Give me the ways of wandering stars to know; The depths of Heaven above, and Earth below; Teach me, &c. . . . . . . But if my heavy blood restrain the flight Of my free soul aspiring to the height Of Nature, and unclouded fields of light: My next desire is, void of care and strife, To lead a soft, secure, inglorious life. A country cottage near a crystal flood, A winding valley and a lofty wood; Some god conduct me to the sacred shades Where bacchanals are sung by Spartan maids, Or lift me high to Hæmus hilly crown, Or in the vales of Tempè lay me down, Or lead me to some solitary place, And cover my retreat from human race. _Dryden’s translation_. Page 56. _Nam neque divitibus_. Horace’s Epistles, I., 18. Page 58. Tankerwoman, “water-bearer, one who carried water from the conduits.” Page 60. _Bucephalus_, the horse of Alexander. Domitian is said to have given a consulship to his horse _Incitatus_. Page 60. The glory of Cato and Aristides. See the parallel lives in Plutarch. Page 64. _O fortunatos nimium_, &c. Men all too happy, and they knew their good. Page 70. _Hinc atque hinc_. From Virgil’s Æneid, Book I.