"And he who graced the purple which he wore, The last good king of Rome, a bondmaid bore." Gifford. [498] _Natavit._ "And she who mock'd the javelins whistling round, And swam the Tiber, then the empire's bound." Gifford. [499] _Servus._ Livy calls him Vindicius; and derives from him the name of the Vindicta, "the rod of manumission." Liv., ii., 7. He was mourned for at his death by the Roman matrons publicly, as Brutus had been. [500] _Legum prima securis._ Tarquinius Priscus introduced the axe and fasces with the other regalia. The axe therefore had often fallen for the _tyrants_; now it is used for the first time in defense of a legal constitution and a _free republic_. [501] _Thersites._ Hom., Il., ii., 212. [502] _Asylo._ Cf. Liv., i., 8. SATIRE IX. I should like to know, Nævolus,[503] why you so often meet me with clouded brow forlorn, like Marsyas after his defeat. What have you to do with such a face as Ravola had when detected with his Rhodope?[504] We give a slave a box on the ear, if he licks the pastry. Why! Crepereius Pollio[505] had not a more woe-begone face than yours; he that went about ready to pay three times the ordinary interest, and could find none fools enough to trust him. Where do so many wrinkles come from all of a sudden? Why, surely before, contented with little, you used to live like a gentleman's gentleman[506]--a witty boon-companion with your biting jest, and sharp at repartees that savor of town-life! Now all is the reverse; your looks are dejected; your tangled hair bristles like a thicket;[507] there is none of that sleekness over your whole skin, such as the Bruttian plaster of hot pitch used to give you; but your legs are neglected and rank with a shrubbery of hair. What means this emaciated form, like that of some old invalid parched this many a day with quartan ague and fever that has made his limbs its home? You may detect[508] the anguish of the mind that lurks in the sickly body--and discover its joys also. For the face, the index of the mind, takes its complexion from each. You seem, therefore, to have changed your course of life, and to run counter to your former habits. For, but lately, as I well remember, you used to haunt the temple of Isis,[509] and the statue of Ganymede in the temple of Peace,[510] and the secret palaces of the imported mother[511] of the gods; ay, and Ceres too (for what temple is there in which you may not find a woman)--a more notorious adulterer even than Aufidius, and under the rose, not confining your attentions to the wives!