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THE PA RA SITE XXX IN twelve whole months one book I hardly finished, WHOE'ER thou art who dost for parents pray 294, Page  295 Now, a suspected past to cover, MODERATION And, when the thread is spun ere Pluto seize him, ' Istud quod digitis, Pontice, perdis, homo est.' It's important,' you say. To gallant Scipio on Zama's field, And no man is allowed to share To make the hot one warm. 'Twould pass an elder of the Kirk. A sausage on polenta snowy white, A LAWYER'S BAG To pass my days and nights with you, While I, all impatience, have waited at home, One cannot prophesy on; Not an ounce of silver-plate, A purple halter guides a mighty boar TO APOLLINARIS WITH A ROSE GARLAND He's spared his heir one duty: that he owns: * XLVI 'To your god and lord ' —said he, Martial: Yet some account him clever you must own. If lamps are lit and night is falling. As skilful as Thalamus, once Nero's toy, Martial's reputation as satirist and wit has indeed WHAT gift could be more pleasant than He smiles.' Yet there you bawl, backbite, and blether. use it, but thiis s the manner in which Catullus w'rites, and Naevolus, Good day! As it is, o'er my fields only starlings take wing, Delight you more than those who share it, Invite the cabbages you trusted so. And of that goodly band of poets see But not when their humanity Immediately below the Emperor comes the imperial 'Twixt her will-not and will what she means-Yea or Nay. So curb your disagreeable bark Well, B can match that miracle in art; I toil in vain, no day is here my own, You've been whispering to him, good sir, quite a while. Is honoured in my pages, The smallest vine in this my ground, TO A SCHOOLMASTER So, Aelia, calm your anxious mind PREFACE iii A pen might not avail to mend each joke, LXXVIII * XCI When we met the next time, she was willing to have How cheap that life, how costly ours in Rome! THE PRUDE 273 s, Page  274 LXXIII How that broad breast became our hunter's might; Hark to the tale and listen-they are these. So near and yet so far. ' On Stella I bestow it.' Login or signup free. Yet soft, my books, no haste, nor hurry fate; again Martial follows Catullus in the 'Passer' poems, BOOK TEN Watch Selius fishing for an invitation. In Abruzzi never grew, THE GLUTTON Seemed to you brave and valiant and strong, Sees by the stone he is eight miles from Rome. * XC Spoils of her flocks Apulia sent to you, 282, Page  283 Here sire and mother Earth steaming wet with summer showers, passed through one of those periods of intellectual The shrine of Peace, and close behind them ON AN ENV'IOUS RIVAL 'The reason? And every weapon hide.' I praise them; for here you take pattern by Tully. In sooth 'tis generous shame that doth restrain The happy days, and by them set the dark TO AN EXACTING PATRON and hear the applause and cheers that greet some brilliant To whet the appetite, and following these THE NEWSM1ONGER WHAT crazy trick is this you do? No high-bred city dame should ever scorn Some day the full edition. Dulcia Dardanio nondum miscente ministro And long may Umbrian hillmen worship there, LXII 164, Page  167 MARTIAL'S EPIGRAMS LXXXIV I would not grudge two miles and more Sow's udder, woodcock meant for two, LXX Rufus, mirror in hand, seeing that he took care; Yet what shall stay the march of death? from that which it has in Greek. To Hecuba or Niobe And now his brother-poet comes to aid. Of pupils and fonder of teacher than you. Until he cracks with rage accurst; THE TOADY A CHRISTMAS GIFT Fair locks I love and you have none, TO AFER And leave all unscathed the prime source of your woes. His cloak is brand-new, the best Tyrian hue, Still apter-and prophetic? * XXV YOU'RE often ill, that hapless friends TO ANTONIUS SA TURNINUS, A REVOLTING FRIEND Ca'lius vowed he would no longer bear THEY tell me, dear lady, you've always lived chaste Now four-and-thirty summers have gone by Lentil or beans, are pumpkin too. AT the time of his lamented death in 1920, John Arthur My lazy mind refuses, xi, Page  XII Say ' no ' to me I pray. And though with your verses the Muses you sully, Had I a hernia to E you'd send me; AH Julius mine, I count no friend more dear, At least a day or two '; At Saturn's feast to give some silver spoons XLV Scent of saffron on the breeze, Such haste against poor hares you do not need. TO PHYLLIS 308, Page  309 Go, get a bedstead from the realms beneath 'you said to me, And a dexterous masseuse her nimble art plies In this sixth winter from old Numa's home. FORCED SOBRIETY BOOK NINE By merely altering a tense Hyblan bees o'er garden beds, If you should have to break a cup like this. XXII Of her high pyramids and regal state. By smearing unguents on your greasy pate, Since both of them are mine. Took a knife and in silence towards them did creep, When Charles was King, you are forsworn; That shine when they're plucked by a maiden's soft fingers. IN THE COUNTRY OF THE BLIND What is this? WHY maim your slave by cutting out A dame whose palate whelks and tripe enchant, You'll find the book much nearer home. ' Pallas-' A gift deferred is not denied.' No plays or feasts for evermore! VI Quite easily. Is better far than drinking mine. Though they find favour in the eyes Whilst you were here in Rome. TO FABULLUS When our rejoicings make e'en heaven gay. An sola est serui mentula uera tui? And these my books survive my mortal grave, * LXV For it was decked on either side * XV BOOK SIX Forgive me; others dally all too long, MARTIAL'S EPIGRAMS O'er conquered Rhine; while Jove's rock-temple stands, It was sentence of death on the culprit arraigned. Grant me what Caesar doth his boy allow. A SLIP OF THE TONGUE TEN times a day I've heard you say, ' If there is aught you And in our thoughts at least our friend had died. Neither brother nor grandsire should come before you. The slinking knave is easy to refute; My Stella doing daily. For the lightning thou sent thou hast bid pass away. The sixth gives pause, the seventh brings labour's end; But he registers to you his every catch. wherein pleasure learns without feeling that it is learninig, those When you were young ere wealth had come to you? * IX And trades in broken glass and peddles matches. I'ld ne'er embark if my girl made such vows. Toys with a cestus-Cupid brought it her; comparatively rare, and a very large number are either SURA, 'mid learned men most famed of all, That take up half the street or block it; BOOK TWELVE A WICKER flask with water iced inside Secundus' shop-a freedman he with a wealth of hyperbole in Book VIII, xxviii. To live each day as though thou hadst but one; Two Senecas are proud Cordova's boast ON DOMITIAN'S MORAL REFORMS While D can cure a case of tonsilitis; Live decently henceforth, you cheating knave, I am more eloquent than Cicero. 353 z, Page  354 TO ZOILUS city; he keeps a strict watch over the morals of the LXXXVIII Because I cannot find a place in Rome MARTIAL'S EPIGRAMS * XLVIII Whene'er you see the usher near? * XXXVI BOOK TWO dear, The courts have seethed with litigants, until PRIDE of our Muses, who in deathless strain TO MA THO And worship Jove, yet hold the cot divine. And wet from her mouth he goes straight to her lover, TO CANDIDUS While you wanton at ease with his favourite boy. The fifth, with sharp head and two long asses' ears, Page  2 Of Julius' far-famed library. Martial, who is known throughout the land for these witty little books of epigrams: to whom, wise reader, you keep giving, while he still feels, among the living, what few poets merit in their graves. And hold her to our heart while yet we may: Comes the sound of ' Book One,' ere the hors-d'ceuvre appears. MARTIAL'S EPIGRAMS 2I8, Page  219 But long to hug them to my breast, 323, Page  324 friendship, lest I should send to Rome-that is if you decide that Fat piglets give the bailiff's wife no rest, CLASSES Venus and Cupid to the call, And make him dine with you in heaven to-night. These merry verses that Augustus wrote: Summemmianis inquinatior buccis; BOOK FIVE Harpasto quoque subligata ludit Quam dotis mihi quinquies ducena. Big enough for the company. Where now is death not found? The eighth to manly sports and baths assign, THOU prince of princes, our most puissant lord, TO SILIUS ITALICUS, ON VIRGIL'S BIRTHDAY In town or out, in company, alone, So great, all lions would his empire own, MARTIAL'S EPIGRAMS ' Will administer to you that potion vile, No doubt. WHENE'ER I praise your legs and arms, Ex istis nihil es fateor, Sextille: quid ergo es? And more than gift and name do I commend * XCIV MARTIAL'S EPIGRAMS And western sheep with living gold are crowned And the claque is no good-so you can't if you would WHY yesterday promise two thousand, my friend, So let your grim rod and your whip, put to sleep, The beldame with her powdered grace And by the household gods the logs burn bright. for a true friend's death? L XVII LXXII What can the Bacchic ivy give? Nay more, yet by his own confession, GLIDING through Stella's house, thy waters lave IN omnibus Vacerra quod conclauibus 'Worth ' for her frocks is hardly good enough; Fifty pounds' worth of presents you gave! For others are too exquisite, TO DOMITIAN As you comb your scanty hairs, then the parasite declares III Martial as Poet xii And handling scorpions is an error; Qua plures teneantur a catena, CVIII I know more brightly it will shine * XXXIII As Numa showed us in his poverty, ' Perfect,' ' Hear, hear,' ' 'Tis said to admiration,' BECAUSE I beat my cook who spoilt the dinner Your critic eyes perhaps despise MARTIAL'S EPIGRAMS metre. wish to gain a true idea of Rome and Roman life, about You bade us dine with you, three score Upon your friend who passes shivering by I buy the mules I ride, instead of hiring one; When they delivered to the flame Her orchards are secure without them. L Hoc si, sicut ais, Fabulle, uerum est, My toga-I bought it myself-has worn thin: She was one of the sort who Suburra frequent BE careful, Priscus, with your dashing steed; That Alban Pallas gave thee for thy prize. * XXV * XLVII RETURN FA VOURS * LXXXIII But the chaste decent verses, which to us you sing, FOR beauty I'd reckon blind Asper's girl high: but is utterly provincial. For learned Plinius to read: ON A STATUE OF THE BOY ARGYNN;US How clever, my ingenious friend! Unharmed to those who have the ticket got. No tenant cheats him of his rent. Have Ares short and Ares long. And your greed by Apicius' shadow is hid. Delay no more, he is already born. Take now my sorrowing song and let it be A quart or so-of eau-de-vie! Then for the wine, in place of cask or butt, ON A GERi1IAN W1HO DROI'E A. ROM1AN BOY 233, Page  234 Those lovely snowy, perfect-girls? SHE will and she will not. No scraps of ribs or tail my gift requited; For now the feast its course has run, Yet though his gift is fairer than the snow Is gone! Or to give the three thousand to some senseless gee It is not Crispinus who asks, but the cloak. A GUEST, going home to his lodging at night, Tell of a certain man we know No hireling will I be. Let other men to thee petition make When the napkin at last no more fragments can hold More dense are the bubbles upon a mill-race, XCIII Or punch the light-stuffed ball with eager fists, Not baffled by showers or the breeze's mad whims. ON THE ERUPTION OF VESUVIUS, A.D. 79 But less a cynic than a cur. And slave-drive half a county to acquire it; Between the courses ever on the run, But now his greetings are correct, 137, Page  138 VII No slave from dainty Greece doth call you lord, OF all the guests you ask to dine But would enjoy the life my Kalends gave. One commends FABIANUS, the terror of men about town, Is this endurable, that to increase OF Theseus and Pirithous you rave XI A still larger revenue he could command. And called your maid, and to the ground But upon no conditions her husband I'll be. Otacilius planted a hundred nut-trees. Was full as guilty as the Egyptian knife, The man must rule, the wife obey, For not a penny you have lost; Endure for ever, so thou clear my name But ere the wrath of hoarse December rage Si dest nil aliud, Mamuriane, tibi. Amass from every quarter The rest to girls Priapus gave away, Returned again in summer-time Though neither ditch nor mound nor stones be there. Methinks that Geryon of old His wife-fast fell the tears from herHad bought the spices and the myrrh; If serve I must, a master free LXXIII Ne futuat. He had but one and that he still has got. And lick your hand in gentle fashion, Eager friend; So are the pebbles in clear water seen. Yet from the fount you dare debar You were always a gourmet, of that I am sure; And suffer not the hoary past to die; Virgin brides keep for their spouse; Compared with these two were a fraud and a sham. I DRAIN but a cup, while you empty a beaker; Will find you-aye and kick you out: That too is blank, so off to Isis' shrineSome courtesan may take him home to dine. MARTIAL'S EPIGRAMS IX THE AUTHOR'S REWARD Which I cannot approve, for I don't think it right. LXXXIV Chanted the praise of Italy and sang the ' Arms and Man.' I confess K, Page  146 THE MEAN HOST And so to Pedo's modest home, My close-shorn bailiff I receive; THE priests proclaim the hour at Isis' shrine, The next time you play dirty tricks, Cum sic feminei generis contagia uitet, I think that in all they were worth half a crown; When winter draws nigh do you ever supply May never perish; And from its proffered liberty refrained. i98, Page  199 ON A PORTRAIT OF CAMONIUS I You began by remarking your throat was quite sore. of a childless millionaire, and to secure a legacy in his And even with them you may light on a Nan: LXXVIII You fondle your mother and she fondles you: Beneath a brow, remodelled day by day, Of your football, and politely hands it back; But in the waters clear and still Ah for the sunshine and ungirdled ease, A cunning rogue is he; LVI And dine by himself for three nights from that day. Seems it but mortal armour? YOUR budding beard is shorn-the day GRATIS qui dare uos iubet, puellae, WHILE others plead, you bawl and shriekThe purpose we discern; But loathe a prude as well. Fame is your right, 0 noble soul, MARTIAL'S EPIGRAMS TO CANDIDUS You consented a thousand to lend, Less glad are they who never knew despair; You have indeed a happy lot, Names so unmetrical, sesquipedalian, You may struggle as you please to escape Menogenes LXXXIX If Hercules should see your head, invention, seeing that the subject-matter compensated for lack And unrivalled in texture and tone, * LVII * LXI Speak thus:-' Though far away doth Martial dwell, A CIRCUS SCENE Pray come to me and you will see I am a friend indeed.' So your fame you should guard by reproving your bard The Curii in filial love; After long years; Pheacia's realm divine Blushed and turned pale, then yawned and looked confounded, Though the water prevented perfection of bliss. Not I, who readily concede LII You begged a meal the day you died; A second-rate toga costs two. All day the glittering mallets thump and beat. Nor pearls fished up from Erythraean sea. But holds that red is far too gay; There you will hear the chink of coin: with poets only misses WHEN we see you, we think of a perfumer's shop, IV Nor bounty for myself desire to have. LIGHT refreshments at the Baths we see Aemilius buying; Your lowest room is far above our hills, Half-standing, half-squatting, with infinite labour And Aeolus right well doth know As regards bulk of poems, variety of 'Observe,' said he ' this favoured spot Thy townsmen never yield to Baiae's lure; Memor, the glory of the stage, And 'mid the stars its bright peaks thunder loud, * XVI * XLIX These gather gold beyond their fathers' dreams, Ille tamen grandi cum Ganymede iacet. HIGH LIVING 216, Page  217 Soon may the author read to your kind ears Hermione-'tis not the same Can't you give me an answer? TRUE SERVITUDE ALTHOUGH with Sophocles thou share the bays, 275, Page  276 Only 3 left in stock (more on the way). DOMITIAN'S TRIUMPH MARTIAL'S EPIGRAMS Lycoris is to me, Somehow It had not proved that there are Gods indeed. A show of virtue, I beseech you. 324, Page  325 And mateless I'll remain. Then I'll return to you, my dear, And you are fifty to the bad. As a humble dependent of the Senecas, and through them COME, Julius, share a pleasant meal with me, To please him lend him twenty more — 181, Page  182 And seek forthwith Quirinus' portico; TO CA ERELLIA XXVII But if he spake to all indeed MARTIAL'S EPIGRAMS II Has been sent up half-raw to the table. Of manly growth there's not a trace. MARTIAL'S EPIGRAMS Dic mihi, percidi, Pannyche, dogma quod est? But one whimsical quaestor has lately ordained * LX TO MARIANUS The Nemean terror and Helle's old ram About the farmyard poultry wander free; TO GAURUS Quare si pudor est, Ligeia, noli BOOK NINE Such sorrow well Proserpina does know, Band of effeminate priests came along And save in Little Peddington would any choose to be one? Cornelius, you forget the rule XXVI Whose toil the midnight lamp sees yet undone. the moment their literary excellence, lies in the picture No abject slave, re-made as knight, Why tease in empty sport the forest lord? We know she has refused you. II9, Page  120 TO FESCENNIA All the duller ones to you ' 'Tis of your hurt I am afraid.' Chaliced cups and five slaves have more charm than you think: But you provide a peril worse'Tis this, you overact the poet; For many years existence for him must have been as BOOK FIVE And sometimes falls beneath my best; Adds its glow to the snake-stone's peculiar charm. 'To-morrow':-nay, do not this moment delay. True, Et putri lutulenta de palaestra happy life and all that it needs (X, xlvii); and the final By grateful Jove is guarded to the end, Round the Colchian fleece of gold, We store the vintage in a pitch-dressed nut; LVII A child whose seventh winter scarce had come. allowed one, because they cannot speak for themselves, but And therewithal, to show his heartfelt pain, If with these marks upon you, you could honest be, I don't know the name of this legal top-sawyer, A victim should be given to Jove on high; Or yellow toga worth a few half-crowns In loving emulation each had striven For he has both to feed her and fondle her too. TO SA BELL US WHEN Porcia heard how Brutus fell So back he goes to spy if anyone Secretumque iubes grandius esse tibi: being himself something of a realist, he refused to acquiesce To drive a four-in-hand, or spick-and-span HE hopes that you may have a son, he says; Legisti nimium, Sabelle, uersus, And hailed his absent king' Brother, the fates have favoured me, And soon to Libya his way will wend. A REMINDER TO STELLA VNUS saepe tibi tota denarius arca Nay, heaven itself is not more kind than he: WE agreed that my fee should be twenty. ATINA boasts you are her son, but here To skip them. TO PONTIC C US Quod sanare Criton, non quod Hygia potest. Prudes veil their face with modest hands MARTIAL'S EPIGRAMS Non est haec tua, Basse: uendidisti. down their customers, while sly thieves look for their Aut libram petit illa Cosmiani Our eyes confess they owe him much, far more THE FESTIVE SEASON was returning home about 3 A.M. one bright summer Then when alone he'd gained the sovranty Clung, kissing like an amorous dove, She's nicer than the nicest girl, ON A PLAGIARIST JANE is so thin that if, as you declare, THE PROUD PORTER Be grave as in a funeral dirge '? LATONA'S grandson, by whose potions mild How can you play the pimp or parasite, Was help and stay of old: and you are mine, 17 l, Page  18 pay for is-' Not a a'ord said.' What is the good of a prologue,' you say. interests of Rome: he is one of the middle class, the With age it changed its character and name; With sickle sharp to geld the unclean beast, Twice nine years more may heaven give; For a poet's pet fancy you always smell out. Ye that rejoice in wanton wit, And all the hoarded wealth you own, Doth Nero's favour then outlive his death? Opimius' vintage? ' The Flavian chapel-and there's more to follow. I know it; This day that saw our lord of Thunder's birth clientele, and watch the masseurs anointing and rubbing ALL round the vintage failed; upon the trade The moment after it has passed your gullet? In one year have one birthday. Hail to that noble soul, as Numa's pure, Well was that guerdon merited, but now Scopas is represented there, Your silence-aye your clamour-wear describing the games, the contests, and all the other * LXXXII Some bowls and ancient cups he took and weighed Revere these dainty fish and with pure heart The sale is forced-that's not suggested; BOOK ELEVEN WHAT time my rugged cot endured the bane books of the Epigrams, mostly composed of poems SIMPLER than Sabines in their golden age, Profit ' for you: for your poor friend ' starvation.' * LXXI REPOSE Shut up the school or tell me if you'll take Something more than a stepson, so people aver. To be a poet too? On him hath Fortune never frownedTo-day his life began And downy beds like yours he doth adore; A fine arrangement as you found, Who is fed on food divine, Of my lover. For vestals and children will be quite the thing. Grown lowish now and not afraid to shock A reader too more easily may brook Now, now, ye Muses, sport; for 'tis the time We smell the odour of the But-I don't think somehow I shall eat them myself. And that over your couch close-clipped purple you pull, RELUCTANT urchins leave their play Dark poison's numbing draught he put aside CALENUS AND SULPICIA FRIEND, if for larger wealth I seem to pine, TO REGULUS Of old through seas, unknown before, it steered;

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