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horace-works_56		horace-works_56			.txt	text/plain	286	13	75	ODE XVIII. Nor ivory, nor a fretted ceiling adorned with gold, glitters in my house: no Hymettian beams rest upon pillars cut out of the extreme parts of Africa; nor, a pretended heir, have I possessed myself of the palace of Attalus, nor do ladies, my dependants, spin Laconian purple for my use. But integrity, and a liberal vein of genius, are mine: and the man of fortune makes his court to me, who am but poor. Why is it, that through avarice you even pluck up the landmarks of your neighbor 's ground, and trespass beyond the bounds of your clients; and wife and husband are turned out, bearing in their bosom their household gods and their destitute children? The impartial earth is opened equally to the poor and to the sons of kings; nor has the lifeguard ferryman of hell, bribed with gold, re conducted the artful Prometheus.	./cache/horace-works_56.txt	./txt/horace-works_56.txt