156 Annos septuaginta natus, ita ferebat duo, quæ maxima putantur onera, paupertatem et senectutem, ut iis pæne delectari videretur. _De Senectute_, c. 5. 157 Cicero, _pro Archia_, c. 9. Valerius Maximus, Lib. VIII. c. 15. § 1. 158 Lib. XXXVIII. c. 56. 159 Bankes, _Civil History of Rome_, Vol. I. p. 357. Hobhouse, _Illustrations of Childe Harold_, p. 167. _ 160 Rome in the 19th Century_, Letter 36. 161 Cicero, _Tuscul. Disput._ Lib. I. c. 15. 162 “Romans, the form of Ennius here behold, Who sung your fathers’ matchless deeds of old. My fate let no lament or tear deplore, I live in fame, although I breathe no more.” 163 See above, p. 61. 164 Alcmæon olim tragicorum pulpita lassavit cum furore suo. Ba. _in Statium_. Tom. II. 165 Those who wish more particulars concerning the necklace may consult Bayle, Art. _Calirhoe_. _ 166 Tuscul. Disput._ Lib. III. c. 19. 167 “Where shall I refuge seek or aid obtain? In flight or exile can I safety gain?— Our city sacked—even scorched the walls of stone. Our fanes consumed, and altars all o’erthrown. O Father—country—Priam’s ruined home; O hallowed temple with resounding dome, And vaulted roof with fretted gold illumed— All now, alas! these eyes have been consumed: Have seen the foe shed royal Priam’s blood, And stain Jove’s altar with the crimson flood.” 168 This subject is fully discussed in Eberhardt, _Zustand der __Schönen__ Wissenschaften bei den __Römern_, p. 38. Ed. Altona, 1801. _ 169 Tuscul. Disput._ Lib. I. c. 16. 170 “I come—retraced the paths profound that lead Through rugged caves, from mansions of the dead: Mid these huge caverns Cold and Darkness dwell, And Shades pass through them from the gates of Hell— When roused from rest, by blood of victims slain, The Sorcerer calls them forth with rites obscene.” _ 171 Græcæ Tragœdiæ principum Æschyli, &c. num ea quæ supersunt genuina omnia sunt_. Ed. Heidelberg, 1808. 172 “Who knows not leisure to enjoy, Toils more than those whom toils employ; For they who toil with purposed end, Mid all their labours pleasure blend— But they whose time no labours fill, Have in their minds nor wish nor will: ’Tis so with us, called far from home, Nor yet to fields of battle come— We hither haste, then thither go, Our minds veer round as breezes blow.” 173 Comment. ad Cic. _Ep. ad Fam._ VII. 6. See also Scaliger, Vossius, &c. 174 Osannus, _Analecta Critica_, c. 5. 175 “I rear’d him, subject to death’s equal laws, And when to Troy I sent him in our cause, I knew I urged him into mortal fight, And not to feasts or banquets of delight.”