MART. LIB. I. EPI. 14. Casta suo gladium cum traderet Arria Paeto, Quem de visceribus traxerat ipsa suis; Si qua fides, vulnus quod feci non dolet, inquit: Sed quod tu facies, hoc mihi, Paete, dolet. ENGLISHED. When brave chast Arria to her Poetus gave The sword from her own breast did bleeding wave: If there be faith, this wound smarts not, said she; But what you'l make, ah, that will murder me. <--------------------> MART. EPI. XLIII. LIB. I. Conjugis audisset fatum cum Portia Bruti, Et substracta sibi quaereret arma dolor, Nondum scitis, ait, mortem non posse negari, Credideram satis hoc vos docuisse patrem. Dixit, et ardentes avido bibit ore favillas. I nunc, et ferrum turba molesta nega. IN ENGLISH. When Portia her dear lord's sad fate did hear, And noble grief sought arms were hid from her: Know you not yet no hinderance of death is, Cato, I thought, enough had taught you this, So said, her thirsty lips drink flaming coales: Go now, deny me steel, officious fools! <--------------------> MART. EP. XV. LIB. 6. Dum Phaetontea formica vagatur in umbra, Implicuit tenuem succina gutta feram, Dignum tantorum pretium tulit illa laborum: Credibile est ipsam sic voluisse mori. ENGLISHED. Whilst in an amber-shade the ant doth feast, A gummy drop ensnares the small wild-beast, A full reward of all her toyls hath she; 'Tis to be thought she would her self so die. <--------------------> MAR. LIB. IV. EP. 33. Et latet et lucet, Phaetontide condita gutta Ut videatur apis nectare clausa suo. Sic modo, quae fuerat vita contempta manente, Funeribus facta est jam preciosa suis. IN ENGLISH. Both lurks and shines, hid in an amber tear, The bee, in her own nectar prisoner; So she, who in her life time was contemn'd, Ev'n in her very funerals is gemm'd. <--------------------> MART. LIB. VIII. EP. 19. Pauper videri Cinna vult, et est pauper. IN ENGLISH. Cinna seems<104.1> poor in show, And he is so. <104.1> A very inadequate translation of VIDERI VULT. <--------------------> OUT OF THE ANTHOLOGIE.<105.1> <<Esbese ton lychnon moros phyllon apo pollon Daknomenos, lexas ouk eti me blepete.>> IN AN ENGLISH DISTICK. A fool, much bit by fleas, put out the light; You shall not see me now (quoth he); good night. <105.1> This is from Lucian. <--------------------> IN RUFUM. CATUL. EP. 64.