The Satires of Juvenal, Persius, Sulpicia, and Lucilius: Literally translated into English prose, with notes, chronological tables, arguments, &c.Persius
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The Satires of Juvenal, Persius, Sulpicia, and Lucilius: Literally translated into English prose, with notes, chronological tables, arguments, &c.
Persius
Juvenal -- Translations into English; Verse satire, Latin -- Translations into English
"Where'er the lightning strikes, the flash is thought
Judicial fire, with heaven's high vengeance fraught." Badham.
[913] _Vindicet._
"Oh! 'tis not chance, they cry; this hideous crash
Is not the war of winds, nor this dread flash
The encounter of dark clouds, but blasting fire,
Charged with the wrath of heaven's insulted sire!" Gifford.
[914] _Galli._ Cf. xii., 89, 96. Plin., x., 21, 56. Plat., Phæd., 66.
[915] _Ægris._
"Can pardoning heaven on guilty sickness smile?
Or is there victim than itself more vile?" Badham.
[916] _Mobilis._ Sen., Ep. 47, "Hoc habent inter cætera boni mores,
placent sibi ac permanent: levis est malitia, sæpe mutatur, non in
melius, sed in aliud."
[917] _Natura._ Hor., i., Ep. x., 24, "Naturam expellas furca tamen
usque recurret."
[918] _Ruborem._ Mart., xi., Ep. xxvii., 7, "Aut cum perfricuit frontem
posuitque pudorem."
"Vice once indulged, what rogue could e'er restrain?
Or what bronzed cheek has learn'd to blush again?" Hodgson.
[919] _Rupem._ Cf. i., 73, "aliquid brevibus Gyaris et carcere dignum."
vi., 563.
"Or hurried off to join the wretched train
Of exiled great ones in the Ægean main." Gifford.
[920] _Fatebere._ Cf. Psalm lviii., 9, 10.
[921] _Tiresiam._ Soph., Œd. T. Ovid, Met., iii., 322, _seq._
SATIRE XIV.
There are very many things, Fuscinus,[922] that both deserve a bad
name, and fix a lasting spot on a fortune otherwise splendid, which
parents themselves point the way to, and inculcate upon their children.
If destructive gambling[923] delights the sire, the heir while yet
a child plays[924] too; and shakes the selfsame weapons in his own
little dice-box. Nor will that youth allow any of his kin to form
better hopes of him who has learned to peel truffles,[925] to season a
mushroom,[926] and drown beccaficas[927] swimming in the same sauce,
his gourmand sire with his hoary gluttony[928] showing him the way.
When his seventh[929] year has past over the boy's head, and all his
second teeth are not yet come, though you range a thousand bearded[930]
philosophers on one side of him, and as many on the other, still he
will be ever longing to dine in sumptuous style, and not degenerate
from his sire's luxurious kitchen.
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