Thy glory on the earth shall never fade, Dearest Harmodius, with thy brother brave, Because the tyrant in the dust ye laid, And did the equal laws of Athens save. What have we next? Pollianus. And who was Pollianus? I know not. It is certain he has left us a very pretty epigram, which I have thus endeavored to render in Latin and English. _Hem tibi!_ _To a miserly Usurer._ Multa tenes, et nulla tenes. Quare? Omnia locas. Sic te inopem reddis, debitor ut teneat. Though rich, yet poor. How thus? Your all you lend, And rob yourself of what your debtors spend. Here follows another, and, once for all, if any proud critic, in his wisdom, or pretty girl, in her ignorance, object to my translating, now and then, into bald Latin as well as plain English, let them know that I am a bit of a pedant. Some of it needs a Latin guise, to cover its roughness. The critic may deride, _si placet_, and the lady _skip_, if she like. EPIGRAM.--_By Julianus Egyptius, whose poverty secured him against robbers._ Aedibus ex aliis, fures, vos quaerite lucrum. His foribus custos pauperies mea erit. Expect not here, ye thieves, your lust to sate, For need, strong portress, watcheth at the gate. Here is an epitaph. Upon whom? Euripides. By whom. Thucydides. Read it. It is instructive. The subject and the author are dead; but each sleeps under a stately tomb. Their works are their mausolea. But the idea--is it not affecting? Twenty-three centuries agone, a great historian weeping over the grave of a splendid poet! Greece is thy tomb; but Sparta holds thy clay, For there thy life beheld its latest day. Athens--the Greece of Greece--first gave thee breath, Dear to the muses, and renowned in death. AN EPITAPH, _which Hippo ordered to be placed on his monument_. Lo! Hippo’s tomb, whom Fate, by death, has made Peer to the gods in their immortal shade. _By Rufinus, to Melite_--Anglicè, _Fanny--a very pretty girl_. Lumina habes Junonia pulchra, manusque Minervae, Pectora (proh!) Veneris, atque pedes Thetidos. Felix, qui viderit, qui te audieritque, beatus: _Semi_deus tui amans, _omni_deus tui vir. The word _omni_deus I claim as my own. I made it myself. _Noli tangere._ Thy face is brightened by fair Juno’s eyes, And Pallas lends thee her immortal hand; Thy breasts, like those of Paphian Venus, rise; Thy feet, like Thetis’, trip across the sand. Ah! happy he, that gazes on thy face, And he twice-bless’d, that listens to thy voice; Thy lover, sure, is of angelic race, And--a bright god--thy husband may rejoice. _An address to Mammon, by Timocrates, the Rhodian._ Vellem, vellem, caece Plute, Nec in terra, nec in alto, Tua forma cerneretur. Tartarum autem inhabitare, Acheronta teque oportet. Ex te namque prava nobis Enasci omnia videntur.