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36441	Can Structures, built by such a_ Builder_, live?
36441	Invert all ORDER, and the Art_ disgrace_?
36441	Why should the few, the Rules which I impart, Be construed ill, be Scandal to the Art?
36441	Why such external needless Dress and Show?
36441	Why then should_ Artists_ challenge future Praise, When Time devours their Works so many Ways?
36441	Will_ A-- f-- y_, think you;_ C-- p-- n_ survive?
36441	Will_ B-- f-- w_;_ M-- d-- n_; FOOLS by Nature made Will they encrease, or will they ruin Trade?
36441	Will_ O-- k-- y_,_ B----s_, and some whom I could name?
36441	With such gay Structures, why do they begin Such_ Glare_ of Ornament to usher in?
36441	Would you the Sister- Arts improve in Schools?
16801	O_h, what can match the green recess_, W_hose honey not to Hybla yields_, W_hose olives vie with those that bless_ V_enafrum''s fields_? 16801 And now, what is it that Horace sees as he sits in philosophic detachment on the serene heights of contemplation; and what are his reflections? 16801 But how insure this peace of mind? 16801 F_or whom that innocent- seeming knot_ I_n which your golden strands you dress_ W_ith all the art of artlessness?_ D_eluded lad! 16801 For whom bind''st thou_ I_n wreaths thy golden hair_, P_lain in thy neatness? 16801 Is not_ O_ne Hebrus here,--from Aldershot?_ A_ha, you colour!_ B_e wise. 16801 Of what avail to fly to lands warmed by other suns? 16801 There was Quintilius, whose death was bewailed by many good men;--when would incorruptible Faith and Truth find his equal? 16801 W_hat''s here? 16801 What difference does it make to him who lives within the limits of nature whether he plow a hundred acres or a thousand? 16801 What exile ever escaped himself? 16801 What is the secret? 16801 What need to be unhappy in the midst of such a world? 16801 What of the man who is not rich? 16801 Where else may be seen so many vivid incidental pictures of men at their daily occupations of work or play? 16801 Who knows whether the gods above will add a tomorrow to the to- day? 13885 AT THE BALL GAME What gods or heroes, whose brave deeds none can dispute, Will you record, O Clio, on the harp and flute? 13885 But_ we_,--how do we train_ our_ youth? 13885 Do you bemoan Your side was stripped of oarage in the blast? 13885 For who doth croak Of being broke, Or who of warfare, after drinking? 13885 For whom amid the roses, many- hued, Do you bind back your tresses''yellow wave? 13885 For whom do you bind up your tresses, As spun- gold yellow,-- Meshes that go with your caresses, To snare a fellow? 13885 HE What if_ ma belle_ from favor fell, And I made up my mind to shake her; Would Lydia then come back again, And to her quondam love betake her? 13885 III A PARAPHRASE How happens it, my cruel miss, You''re always giving me the mitten? 13885 Long time ago( As well you know) I started in upon that carmen; My work was vain,-- But why complain? 13885 No longer you may hear them cry,Why art thou, Lydia, lying In heavy sleep till morn is nigh, While I, your love, am dying?"
13885	Or why to men can not return The smooth cheeks of the boy?"
13885	Perchance you fear to do what may Bring evil to your race?
13885	SHE Before_ she_ came, that rival flame( Had ever mater saucier filia?
13885	Should a patron require you to paint a marine, Would you work in some trees with their barks on?
13885	TO MISTRESS PYRRHA I What perfumed, posie- dizened sirrah, With smiles for diet, Clasps you, O fair but faithless Pyrrha, On the quiet?
13885	TO MISTRESS PYRRHA II What dainty boy with sweet perfumes bedewed Has lavished kisses, Pyrrha, in the cave?
13885	TO POMPEIUS VARUS Pompey, what fortune gives you back To the friends and the gods who love you?
13885	TO THE SHIP OF STATE O ship of state Shall new winds bear you back upon the sea?
13885	Tell him that I am short and fat, Quick in my temper, soon appeased, With locks of gray,--but what of that?
13885	The chip is on my shoulder-- see?
13885	Was not the wine delicious cool Whose sweetness Pyrrha''s smile enhanced?
13885	What are you doing?
13885	What if the charming Chloe of the golden locks be shaken And slighted Lydia again glide through the open door?
13885	What lofty names shall sportive Echo grant a place On Pindus''crown or Helicon''s cool, shadowy space?
13885	When his strict orders are for a Japanese jar, Would you give him a pitcher like Clarkson?
13885	Where is your charm, and where your bloom and gait so firm and sensible, That drew my love from Cinara,--a lapse most indefensible?
13885	While the wine gets cool in yonder pool, Let''s spruce up nice and tidy; Who knows, old boy, But we may decoy The fair but furtive Lyde?
13885	Whilst thus the years of youth go by, Shall Colin languish, Strephon die?
13885	Why do I chase from place to place In weather wet and shiny?
13885	Why do I falter in my speech, O cruel Ligurine?
13885	Why down my nose forever flows The tear that''s cold and briny?
13885	Why indolently shock you us?
13885	Why with Lethean cups fall into desuetude innocuous?"
13885	Why, Mistress Chloe, do you bother With prattlings and with vain ado Your worthy and industrious mother, Eschewing them that come to woo?
13885	Why, even flow''rs change with the hours, And the moon has divers phases; And shall the mind Be racked to find A clew to Fortune''s mazes?
13885	You ask what means this grand display, This festive throng and goodly diet?
13885	You know the fate that overtook him?
13885	You see, your grief will cry:"Why in my youth could I not learn The wisdom men enjoy?
13885	and is it truth You love that fickle lady?
13885	nevermore?
13885	though favors I bestow Can not be called extensive, Who better than my friend should know That they''re at least expensive?
5432	''Twixt worth and baseness, lapp''d in death, What difference?
5432	''Twixt worth and baseness, lapp''d in death, What difference?
5432	And sleeps he then the heavy sleep of death, Quintilius?
5432	Are Bacchants sane?
5432	Break but her meshes, will the deer Assail you?
5432	But why, you ask, this special cheer?
5432	But, lady fair, What if Enipeus please Your listless eye?
5432	Can Hope assure you one more day to live From powers above?
5432	Can painted timbers quell a seaman''s fear?
5432	Can suppliance overbear The ear of Vesta, turn''d away From chant and prayer?
5432	Come, tell me truth, And trust my honour.--That the name?
5432	Come, tell me what barbarian fair Will serve you now, her bridegroom slain?
5432	Do I wake to weep My sin?
5432	Earning his foemen- kinsmen''s pay, His king, forsooth, a Mede, his sire A Marsian?
5432	Has conscience shrunk from aught of crime?
5432	He hesitates?
5432	How should a mortal''s hopes be long, when short his being''s date?
5432	Is Teucer called auspex, as taking the auspices, like an augur, or as giving the auspices, like a god?
5432	Life that is not whole, Is THAT as sweet?
5432	Lydia, by all above, Why bear so hard on Sybaris, to ruin him with love?
5432	NE SIT ANCILLAE Why, Xanthias, blush to own you love Your slave?
5432	O, what can match the green recess, Whose honey not to Hybla yields, Whose olives vie with those that bless Venafrum''s fields?
5432	Shall now Quirinus take his turn, Or quiet Numa, or the state Proud Tarquin held, or Cato stern, By death made great?
5432	Strain your wine and prove your wisdom; life is short; should hope be more?
5432	That wild Charybdis yours?
5432	Those who with Orelli prefer"Quo pinus... quid obliquo,"may substitute-- Know you why pine and poplar high Their hospitable shadows spread Entwined?
5432	Varus, are your trees in planting?
5432	Was stranger contrast ever seen?
5432	Well, shall I take a toper''s part Of fierce Falernian?
5432	What altar spared?
5432	What are great or small?
5432	What blessing shall the bard entreat The god he hallows, as he pours The winecup?
5432	What can sad laments avail Unless sharp justice kill the taint of sin?
5432	What can these flowers, this censer mean Or what these embers, glowing red On sods of green?
5432	What cave shall hearken to my melodies, Tuned to tell of Caesar''s praise And throne him high the heavenly ranks among?
5432	What change has made him shun The playing- ground, who once so well could bear the dust and sun?
5432	What coast from Roman blood is free?
5432	What dens, what forests these, Thus in wildering race I see?
5432	What exiled man From self can sunder?
5432	What field, by Latian blood- drops fed, Proclaims not the unnatural deeds It buries, and the earthquake dread Whose distant thunder shook the Medes?
5432	What god shall Rome invoke to stay Her fall?
5432	What gulf, what river has not seen Those sights of sorrow?
5432	What has dull''d the fire Of the Berecyntian fife?
5432	What has not cankering Time made worse?
5432	What horror have we left undone?
5432	What if, as auburn Phyllis''mate, You graft yourself on regal stem?
5432	What man, what hero, Clio sweet, On harp or flute wilt thou proclaim?
5432	What page from court with essenced hair Will tender you the bowl you drain, Well skill''d to bend the Serian bow His father carried?
5432	What shrine has rapine held in awe?
5432	What slender youth, besprinkled with perfume, Courts you on roses in some grotto''s shade?
5432	What will not Claudian hands achieve?
5432	What wizard, what Thessalian spell, What god can save you, hamper''d thus?
5432	What, fight with cups that should give joy?
5432	What, yet alive?
5432	When will ye find his peer?
5432	Whence came I?
5432	Where now that beauty?
5432	Where''s the slave To quench the fierce Falernian''s flame With water from the passing wave?
5432	Wherefore halts this tongue of mine, So eloquent once, so faltering now and weak?
5432	Which was best?
5432	Whither, Bacchus, tear''st thou me, Fill''d with thy strength?
5432	Who can talk of want or warfare when the wine is in his head, Not of thee, good father Bacchus, and of Venus fair and bright?
5432	Who comes, commission''d to atone For crime like ours?
5432	Who fears the Parthian or the Scythian horde, Or the rank growth that German forests yield, While Caesar lives?
5432	Who will twine The hasty wreath from myrtle- tree Or parsley?
5432	Who''ll coax coy Lyde from her home?
5432	Whom praise we first?
5432	Whom will Venus seat Chairman of cups?
5432	Why bend our bows of little span?
5432	Why blush to let our tears unmeasured fall For one so dear?
5432	Why change our homes for regions under Another sun?
5432	Why does he never sit On horseback in his company, nor with uneven bit His Gallic courser tame?
5432	Why dreads he yellow Tiber, as''twould sully that fair frame?
5432	Why hangs the flute in silence with the lyre?
5432	Why rend my heart with that sad sigh?
5432	Why should rain to- day Bring rain to- morrow?
5432	Why strain so far?
5432	Why weep for him whom sweet Favonian airs Will waft next spring, Asteria, back to you, Rich with Bithynia''s wares, A lover fond and true, Your Gyges?
5432	Why with thoughts too deep O''ertask a mind of mortal frame?
5432	Would you like The bondmaid''s task, You, child of kings, a master''s toy, A mistress''slave?''"
5432	Yet the swift moons repair Heaven''s detriment: We, soon as thrust Where good Aeneas, Tullus, Ancus went, What are we?
5432	You hear her?
5432	You take the bait?
5432	but why, my Ligurine, Steal trickling tear- drops down my wasted cheek?
5432	can he name forget, Gown, sacred shield, undying fire, And Jove and Rome are standing yet?
5432	nay, what sea Has Daunian carnage yet left green?
5432	or am I pure of blame, And is it sleep From dreamland brings a form to trick My senses?
5432	or is this the play Of fond illusion?
5432	should I lose one half my soul Untimely, can the other stay Behind it?
5432	shrink you not from crime whose punishment Falls on your innocent children?
5432	to go Over the long, long waves, or pick The flowers in blow?
5432	was Bellerophon''s as good?
5432	what should man Think first of doing?
5432	where That colour?
5432	where those movements?
5432	who trembles at the sword The fierce Iberians wield?
5432	why melt your voice In dolorous strains, because the perjured fair Has made a younger choice?
5432	why panting waters try To hurry down their zigzag bed?
5432	why this passionate despair For cruel Glycera?
7278	Had Greece but been as carping and as cold To new productions, what would now be old? 7278 Have you a mother, father, kin, To whom your life is precious?"
7278	How''s this?
7278	How,--anon He rambles off,--"how get you on, You and Maecenas?
7278	I''ve nothing in the world to do, And what''s a paltry mile or two? 7278 Is it so?
7278	Pyrrha, what slender boy, in perfume steeped, Doth in the shade of some delightful grot Caress thee now on couch with roses heaped? 7278 The Parthian, under Caesar''s reign, Or icy Scythian, who can dread, Or all the tribes barbarian bred By Germany, or ruthless Spain?
7278	What witch, what magician, with drinks and with charms, What god can effect your release from her harms? 7278 Whence, friends, and whither to?"
7278	Why doth he shun The Campus Martius''sultry glare? 7278 Why wilt thou kill me with thy boding fears?
7278	With what poison is this that my vitals are heated? 7278 You wo n''t?
7278	You''d have a speedy doom? 7278 ''But has he spoken?'' 7278 ''I say, where are you pushing to? 7278 ''The Thracian gladiator, can One match him with the Syrian?'' 7278 ''What shook the stage, and made the people stare?'' 7278 --And is Quinctilius, then, weighed down by a sleep that knows no waking?"
7278	12)?
7278	18):--"For me, when freshened by my spring''s pure cold, Which makes my villagers look pinched and old, What prayers are mine?
7278	2), we see what was the discipline he applied to himself--"You''re not a miser: has all other vice Departed in the train of avarice?
7278	2)--"Three hungry guests for different dishes call, And how''s one host to satisfy them all?"
7278	24), when a friend of signal nobleness and purity is suddenly struck down--"_Ergo Quinctilium perpetuus sopor urget_?"
7278	All I meet Accost me thus--''Dear friend, you''re so Close to the gods, that you must know: About the Dacians, have you heard Any fresh tidings?
7278	And does he still aspire To marry Theban strains to Latium''s lyre, Thanks to the favouring muse?
7278	And wherefore should it be so, when Augustus has at command the genius of such men as Virgil and Varius?
7278	And, when the bird''s cooked, what becomes of its splendour?
7278	Are you afraid it will damage your reputation with posterity to be thought to have been one of my intimates?"
7278	Are you all deaf?''
7278	At length the town mouse;"What,"says he,"My good friend, can the pleasure be, Of grubbing here, on the backbone Of a great crag with trees o''ergrown?
7278	But after me as still he came,"Sir, is there anything,"I cried,"You want of me?"
7278	But is this any reason you should not apply Your superfluous wealth to ends nobler, more high?
7278	But not about our neighbours''houses, Or if''tis generally thought That Lepos dances well or not?
7278	But what concerns us nearer, and Is harmful not to understand, By what we''re led to choose our friends,-- Regard for them, or our own ends?
7278	But where are the fever and the strong pulse of passion which, in less ethereal mortals, would be proper to such a theme?
7278	By viper''s blood-- certes, it can not be less-- Stewed into the potherbs; can I have been cheated?
7278	Can you make of the feathers you prize so a feast?
7278	Can you make sport of portents, gipsy crones, Hobgoblins, dreams, raw head and bloody bones?
7278	Did not Achilles succumb to Briseis, Ajax to Tecmessa, Agamemnon himself to Cassandra?
7278	Do n''t talk to me of taste, Ofellus continues--"Will it give you a notion If this pike in the Tiber was caught, or the ocean?
7278	For whom dost thou thine amber tresses knot"With all thy seeming- artless grace?
7278	Gibbon speaks contemptuously of many of the incidents recorded in this poem, asking,"How could a man of taste reflect on them the day after?"
7278	Give you up, or my cause?"
7278	HE.--What, if our ancient love return, And bind us with a closer tie, If I the fair- haired Chloë spurn, And as of old, for Lydia sigh?
7278	Have they rain- water or fresh springs to drink?
7278	Have we never encountered a piscatory Gargilius near the Spey or the Tweed?
7278	He that once recked of neither dust nor sun, Why rides he there,"First of the brave, Taming the Gallic steed no more?
7278	How should it have been otherwise?
7278	How think ye then?
7278	I am sure he could not have written any two consecutive stanzas of Horace; and if he could not, who could?"
7278	I, choked with rage, said,"Was there not Some business, I''ve forgotten what, You mentioned, that you wished with me To talk about, and privately?"
7278	If better course none offer, why should we Not seize the happy auspices, and boldly put to sea?
7278	If it used''twixt the bridges to glide and to quiver, Or was tossed to and fro at the mouth of the river?"
7278	If she had injured him, what of that?
7278	In what does good consist, and what Is the supremest form of that?
7278	In what state did Horace find Italy after his return from Philippi?
7278	Is his flesh than the capon''s more juicy or tender?
7278	Is it so?
7278	Just at this moment who but my Dear friend Aristius should come by?
7278	Like the Persian poet, Omar Khayyám, this is ever in his thoughts--"What boots it to repeat, How Time is slipping underneath our feet?
7278	Or Canidia, did she cook the villainous mess?
7278	Or do ambitious longings, angry fret, The terror of the grave, torment you yet?
7278	Or haply rage And mouth in bombast for the tragic stage?"
7278	Or what young"oiled and curled"Oriental prince is for the future to pour out his wine for him?
7278	Or why should you dare To think that misfortune will never o''ertake you?
7278	Our temples, why should they be tumbling to wrack?
7278	SHE.--Though lovelier than yon star is he, And lighter thou than cork-- ah why?
7278	Say, are not these a sight, To warn a man from squandering his patrimonial means?''
7278	Says me nay?"
7278	So, when from town and all its ills I to my perch among the hills Retreat, what better theme to choose Than satire for my homely Muse?
7278	The best need large grains of allowance, and to whom should these be given if not to friends?
7278	The man who, you find, Has by luxuries pampered both body and mind?
7278	The stately Epic Varius leads along, And where is voice so resonant, so strong?
7278	Then why not sing, rejoins Trebatius, his justice and his fortitude,"Like sage Lucilius, in his lays To Scipio Africanus''praise?"
7278	To what good, he asks, all this turmoil and disquiet?
7278	To which of the royal damsels does he intend to throw the handkerchief, having first cut down her princely betrothed in single combat?
7278	To- day though driven from his gate, What matter?
7278	Unborn To- morrow, and dead Yesterday, Why fret about them if To- day be sweet?".
7278	What is this?
7278	What pleasure will you extract from these, which a moderate estate will not yield in equal, if not greater, measure?
7278	What shall stop him, who starts at break of day From sleeping Rome, and on the Lucrine sails Before the sunshine into twilight pales?"
7278	What standard works would there have been, to come Beneath the public eye, the public thumb?"
7278	What then had he to gain by courting the favour of the head of the state?
7278	What to the oak and ilex, that afford Fruit to the cattle, shelter to their lord?
7278	What would you have, you madman, you?''
7278	What, but that rich Tarentum must have been Transplanted nearer Rome, with all its green?
7278	Where That colour?
7278	Where now that beauty?
7278	Where those movements?
7278	Wherefore do you not Despatch this King here on the spot?
7278	Which tract is best for game?
7278	Who could take amiss the rebuke of the kindly satirist, who was so ready to show up his own weaknesses?
7278	Who dance with such distinguished grace?
7278	Who will best meet reverses?
7278	Who would venture to deal in this way with the Eleanore, and"rare pale Margaret,"and Cousin Amy, of Mr Tennyson?
7278	Who''d not to these wild woods prefer The city, with its crowds and stir?
7278	Whom will Venus[1] send To rule our revel?
7278	Why cast such very merciless stones at one who, by his own avowal, had erewhile witched his very soul from him?
7278	Why do his arms no livid bruises soil, He, once so skilled,"The disc or dart Far, far beyond the mark to hurl?
7278	Why doth he shrink from Tiber''s yellow wave?
7278	Why is this?
7278	Why rejoice to see this once beautiful creature the scoff of all the heartless young fops of Rome?
7278	Why thus abhor"The wrestlers''oil, As''twere from viper''s tongue distilled?
7278	Why, oh Maecenas, why?
7278	Why, then, should he have felt thus abashed?
7278	Why?
7278	Will you here Stand witness?"
7278	Would you Affront the circumcised Jew?"
7278	Wretch, of all this great heap have you nothing to spare For our dear native land?
7278	You ask, how is this?
7278	You so rich, why should any good honest man lack?
7278	You''d praise the climate; well, and what d''ye say To sloes and cornels hanging from the spray?
7278	You''re bloated by ambition?
7278	he cried with loud uproar,"Where are you off to?
7278	how now, ye knaves, Inside three hundred people stuff?
7278	is there nobody about?
7278	my dear fellow, how d''ye do?"
7278	on which sea- coast Urchins and other fish abound the most?
7278	see you not, when striding down The Via Sacra[ 1]in your gown Good six ells wide, the passers there Turn on you with indignant stare?
7278	shall we wreaths of oozy parsley trim,"Or simple myrtle?
7278	when in you shall I Myself, eased of unpeaceful thoughts, espy?
7278	when, when shall I be made The happy tenant of your shade?
5419	''Who then is sane?'' 5419 Arrius''two sons, twin brothers, of a piece In vice, perverseness, folly, and caprice, Would lunch off nightingales: well, what''s their mark?
5419	But surely that''s a merit quite unique, His gift of mixing Latin up with Greek,Unique, you lags in learning?
5419	How now, you creature? 5419 How stand you with Maecenas?"
5419	I,says a slave,"ne''er ran away nor stole:"Well, what of that?
5419	So''twill not sink, what matter if my boat Be big or little? 5419 Take it?
5419	Then what''s the attraction? 5419 What mischief have I done?"
5419	What moves you, Agamemnon, thus to fling Great Ajax to the dogs? 5419 What of that?"
5419	What said he?
5419	What? 5419 What?
5419	What? 5419 When with your withered lips you bill and coo, Is he that builds card- houses worse than you?
5419	When you pick apple- pips, and try to hit The ceiling with them, are you sound of wit? 5419 Whither are you bound?"
5419	Why not?
5419	Will Caesar grant his veterans their estates In Italy, or t''other side of the straits?
5419	Will Syria''s champion beat the Thracian cock?
5419	''I may be right, I may be wrong,''said he,''Who cares?
5419	''She calls me: ought I to obey her call, Or end this long infliction once for all?
5419	''The price?''
5419	''Then what''s a miser?''
5419	''Well, if a man''s no miser, is he sane That moment?''
5419	''What steps d''ye mean?''
5419	''What?
5419	''Why not sane?''
5419	''Why, Stoic?''
5419	''You wish to live?
5419	''twixt the bridges twain, Or at the mouth where Tiber joins the main?
5419	A bard who died a hundred years ago, With whom should he be reckoned, I would know?
5419	A rancid boar our fathers used to praise: What?
5419	A sage, you ask me?
5419	A truce to murmuring: with another''s store To use at pleasure, who shall call you poor?
5419	Albius, kind critic of my satires, say, What do you down at Pedum far away?
5419	All in their way good things, but not just now: You''re happy at a cypress, we''ll allow; But what of that?
5419	Am I worse trounced than you when I obey My stomach?
5419	And how fare you?
5419	And think you, on the strength of this, to rise A Paullus or Messala in our eyes?
5419	And what''s the question that brings on these fits?-- Does Dolichos or Castor make more hits?
5419	And you, sir Critic, does your finer sense In Homer mark no matter for offence?
5419	And you, what aims are yours?
5419	Antenor moves to cut away the cause Of all their sufferings: does he gain applause?
5419	Ask you of me?
5419	Ask you what makes the uncourteous reader laud My works at home, but run them down abroad?
5419	Because she made these heavy those weigh light?
5419	But grant that folks have different hobbies; say, Does one man ride one hobby one whole day?
5419	But pray, since folly''s various, just explain What type is mine?
5419	But tell me, Stoic, if the wise, you teach, Is king, Adonis, cobbler, all and each, Why wish for what you''ve got?
5419	But what are Rhodes and Lesbos, and the rest, E''en let a traveller rate them at their best?
5419	But what are we?
5419	But what befalls the wight who yearns for more Than Nature bids him?
5419	But what of Rome?
5419	But what''s my sect?
5419	But what''s the argument?
5419	But where''s my vantage if you wo n''t agree To go by law, because the law''s with me?
5419	But who are you to treat me to your raps?
5419	But why should Rome capriciously forbid Our bards from doing what their fathers did?
5419	But, if''tis still unbroken, what delight Can all that treasure give to mortal wight?
5419	Can you be sane?
5419	Can you make sport of portents, gipsy crones, Hobgoblins, dreams, raw head and bloody bones?
5419	Cervius attacks his foes with writ and rule: Albutius''henbane is Canidia''s tool: How threatens Turius?
5419	Come, tell me, Tillius, have you cause to thank The stars that gave you power, restored you rank?
5419	Come, will you hear what wealth can fairly do?
5419	D. What?
5419	D. Who wants it?
5419	Do all look poor beside our scenes at home, The field of Mars, the river of old Rome?
5419	Does he not laugh at Ennius''halting verse, Yet own himself no better, if not worse?
5419	Does purer water strain your pipes of lead Than that which ripples down the brooklet''s bed?
5419	Felt they for Lupus or Metellus, when Whole floods of satire drenched the wretched men?
5419	For me, when freshened by my spring''s pure cold Which makes my villagers look pinched and old, What prayers are mine?
5419	For where''s the difference, down the rabble''s throat To pour your gold, or never spend a groat?
5419	For where''s the voice so strong as to o''ercome A Roman theatre''s discordant hum?
5419	From the high rostra a report comes down, And like a chilly fog, pervades the town: Each man I meet accosts me"Is it so?
5419	Go back?
5419	Gold counts for more than silver, all men hold: Why doubt that virtue counts for more than gold?
5419	H. But who was lecturer?
5419	H. Davus, eh?
5419	H. For whom d''ye mean this twaddle, tell me now, You hang- dog?
5419	H. Good varlet, how?
5419	H. I own I''m foolish-- truth must have her will-- Nay, mad: but tell me, what''s my form of ill?
5419	H. Ill verses?
5419	H. Or a pike?
5419	H. What shall I do?
5419	H. What, never write a single line again?
5419	H. What?
5419	H. Where''s there a stone?
5419	Had Greece but been as carping and as cold To new productions, what would now be old?
5419	Had Rome no poets, who would teach the train Of maids and spotless youths their ritual strain?
5419	Has the dear child a squint?
5419	Have they rain- water or fresh springs to drink?
5419	Have you or I, young fellows, looked more lean Since this new holder came upon the scene?
5419	He paused for breath: I falteringly strike in:"Have you a mother?
5419	He roars like thunder: then to me:"You''ll stand My witness, sir?"
5419	His footsteps now I follow as I may, Lucanian or Apulian, who shall say?
5419	How could I treat him worse, were he to thieve, Betray a secret, or a trust deceive?
5419	How fix him down in one enduring type?
5419	How is it all to end?
5419	How like you Chios, good Bullatius?
5419	How moderate care for things of trifling worth?
5419	How now?
5419	How shall I hold this Proteus in my gripe?
5419	How should we view them?
5419	I bid you take a sum you wo n''t return: You take it: is this madness, I would learn?
5419	I''m dubbed Alcaeus, and retire in force: And who is he?
5419	I, if I chance in laughing vein to note Rufillus''civet and Gargonius''goat, Must I be toad or scorpion?
5419	If anything''s sufficient, why forswear, Embezzle, swindle, pilfer everywhere?
5419	If both contain the modicum we lack, Why should your barn be better than my sack?
5419	If hot sweet- cakes should tempt me, I am naught: Do you say no to dainties as you ought?
5419	Is peace procured by honours, pickings, gains, Or, sought in highways, is she found in lanes?
5419	Is springing grass less sweet to nose or eyes Than Libyan marble''s tesselated dyes?
5419	Is there a spot where care contrives to keep At further distance from the couch of sleep?
5419	Is there a wight can give a grand regale, Act as a poor man''s counsel or his bail?
5419	Is this their reasoning?
5419	Is virtue raised by culture or self- sown?
5419	Lives there a partisan so weak of brain As to join issue on a fact so plain?
5419	Man''s works must perish: how should words evade The general doom, and flourish undecayed?
5419	May I ask questions then, and shortly speak When you have answered?
5419	May he get up?
5419	Messius had much to answer:"Was his chain Suspended duly in the Lares''fane?
5419	Nay, more,"he asked,"why had he run away, When e''en a single pound of corn a day Had filled a maw so slender?"
5419	Nay, you''re a perfect Hydra: who shall choose Which view to follow out of all your views?
5419	None stirring?
5419	Now, lodged in my hill- castle, can I choose Companion fitter than my homely Muse?
5419	O when, Pythagoras, shall thy brother bean, With pork and cabbage, on my board be seen?
5419	Of Smyrna what and Colophon?
5419	One day when Maenius happened to attack Novius the usurer behind his back,"Do you not know yourself?"
5419	Or e''en Lucilius, our good- natured friend, Sees he in Accius nought he fain would mend?
5419	Or is it said that poetry''s like wine Which age, we know, will mellow and refine?
5419	Or pick his steps, endeavour to walk clean, And fancy every mud- stain will be seen?
5419	Or why should Plautus and Caecilius gain What Virgil or what Varius asks in vain?
5419	Or would you turn to Lebedus for ease In mere disgust at weary roads and seas?
5419	Or, starting for Brundisium, will it pay To take the Appian or Minucian way?
5419	Press home the matter further: how d''ye call The thrall who''s servant to another thrall?
5419	QUID TIBI VISA CHIOS?
5419	Robbers get up by night, men''s throats to knive: Will you not wake to keep yourself alive?
5419	Say, is your bosom fevered with the fire Of sordid avarice or unchecked desire?
5419	Say, is your fancy fixed upon some town Which formed a gem in Attalus''s crown?
5419	Say, what''s a miser but a slave complete When he''d pick up a penny in the street?
5419	Say, would you rather have the things you scrawl Doled out by pedants for their boys to drawl?
5419	Shall bug Pantilius vex me?
5419	Shall it be chalk or charcoal, white or dark?
5419	Sides, stomach, feet, if these are all in health, What more could man procure with princely wealth?
5419	Sire of the morning( do I call thee right, Or hear''st thou Janus''name with more delight?)
5419	So Tantalus catches at the waves that fly His thirsty palate-- Laughing, are you?
5419	Such are the marks of freedom: look them through, And tell me, is there one belongs to you?
5419	T. Indeed?
5419	That Damasippus shows himself insane By buying ancient statues, all think plain: But he that lends him money, is he free From the same charge?
5419	The heart that air- blown vanities dilate, Will medicine say''tis in its normal state?
5419	The nuptial bed is in his hall; he swears None but a single life is free from cares: Is he a bachelor?
5419	The priceless early or the worthless late?
5419	The size attracts you: well then, why dislike The selfsame quality when found in pike?
5419	The stomach here is sound as any bell, Craterus may say: then is the patient well?
5419	Then, as he still kept walking by my side, To cut things short,"You''ve no commands?"
5419	Think too of Rome: can I write verses here, Where there''s so much to tease and interfere?
5419	Think you by turning lazy to exempt Your life from envy?
5419	Three guests, I find, for different dishes call, And how''s one host to satisfy them all?
5419	UNDE ET QUO CATIUS?
5419	Was this your breeding?
5419	Wastes he a thought on Horace?
5419	We stop: inquiries and replies go round:"Where do you hail from?"
5419	Well, betwixt these, what should a wise man do?
5419	Well, but for us; what thoughts should ours be, say, Removed from vulgar judgments miles away?
5419	Well, could Pomponius''sire to life return, Think you he''d rate his son in tones less stern?
5419	Well, here''s a poet now, whose dying day Fell one month later, or a twelvemonth, say: Whom does he count with?
5419	Well, when you offered in a heifer''s stead Your child, and strewed salt meal upon her head, Then were you sane, I ask you?
5419	Were it not greater madness to renounce The prey that Mercury puts within your pounce?
5419	Were turbots then less common in the seas?
5419	What ails me now, to dose myself each spring?
5419	What answer would you make to such as these?
5419	What boot Menander, Plato, and the rest You carried down from town to stock your nest?
5419	What can I do?
5419	What constitutes a madman?
5419	What gives you appetite?
5419	What good were that, if though I mind my ways And shun all blame, I do not merit praise?
5419	What if a man appeared with gown cut short, Bare feet, grim visage, after Cato''s sort?
5419	What if at last a greater fool you''re found Than I, the slave you bought for twenty pound?
5419	What if your grandfathers, on either hand, Father''s and mother''s, were in high command?
5419	What if, Maecenas, none, though ne''er so blue His Tusco- Lydian blood, surpasses you?
5419	What is my Celsus doing?
5419	What marvel if, when wealth''s your one concern, None offers you the love you never earn?
5419	What matters it if, when you eat your snack,''Twas paid for yesterday, or ten years back?
5419	What matters it to reasonable men Whether they plough a hundred fields or ten?
5419	What of the town of Samos, trim and neat, And what of Sardis, Croesus''royal seat?
5419	What shall a poet do?
5419	What soothes annoy, and makes your heart your own?
5419	What standard works would there have been, to come Beneath the public eye, the public thumb?
5419	What then?
5419	What then?
5419	What though the marsh, once waste and watery, now Feeds neighbour towns, and groans beneath the plough?
5419	What though the river, late the corn- field''s dread, Rolls fruit and blessing down its altered bed?
5419	What to the oak and ilex, that afford Fruit to the cattle, shelter to their lord?
5419	What tongue hangs fire when quickened by the bowl?
5419	What would you more?
5419	What wretch so poor but wine expands his soul?
5419	What''s coming, pray, that thus he winds his horn?
5419	What, but that rich Tarentum must have been Transplanted nearer Rome with all its green?
5419	What, give a slave the wall?
5419	What?
5419	What?
5419	What?
5419	What?
5419	What?
5419	What?
5419	When I once think a thing, I may n''t speak out?
5419	When Marius killed his mistress t''other day And broke his neck, was he demented, say?
5419	Where have you milder winters?
5419	Where is the gain in pulling from the mind One thorn, if all the rest remain behind?
5419	Where shall I find his like for heart and head?"
5419	Which place is best supplied with corn, d''ye think?
5419	Which should he copy, think you, of the two?
5419	Which was more mad?
5419	Who broached that slander?
5419	Who reads not Naevius?
5419	Who then is free?
5419	Whom call we good?
5419	Why are Jove''s temples tumbling to the ground?
5419	Why does one good man want while you abound?
5419	Why hail me poet, if I fail to seize The shades of style, its fixed proprieties?
5419	Why lengthen out the tale?
5419	Why not?
5419	Why should false shame compel me to endure An ignorance which common pains would cure?
5419	Why should the Gods have put me at my ease, If I may n''t use my fortune as I please?
5419	Why, what did Ajax when the flock was slain?
5419	Why?
5419	Why?
5419	Would you be told how best your pearls to thread?
5419	Would you respect him, hail him from henceforth The heir of Cato''s mind, of Cato''s worth?
5419	Would you your play should prosper and endure?
5419	Yet what says Milvius?
5419	Yet where''s the profit, if you hide by stealth In pit or cavern your enormous wealth?
5419	You are our great king- killer: why delay To kill this King?
5419	You fear to come to want yourself, you say?
5419	You live so near the gods, you''re sure to know: That news about the Dacians?
5419	You offer up your daughter for a lamb; And are you rational?
5419	You see that pike: what is it tells you straight Where those wide jaws first opened for the bait, In sea or river?
5419	You think to fix it?
5419	You''d praise the climate: well, and what d''ye say To sloes and cornels hanging from the spray?
5419	You''re bloated by ambition?
5419	Your side''s in pain; a doctor hits the blot: You wish to live aright( and who does not?
5419	a knack Caught by Pitholeon with his hybrid clack?
5419	all say nay?
5419	although I ne''er was taught, Is that a cause for owning I know nought?"
5419	are they Greater or less than travellers''stories say?
5419	are you mad, or do you mean to balk My thirst for knowledge by this riddling talk?
5419	at home he''s classed With Venus''self;"her eyes have just that cast:"Is he a dwarf like Sisyphus?
5419	but pray tell me how yon came To know so well what scarce is known to fame?
5419	clamours some one, not without A threat or two,"just mind what you''re about: What?
5419	cries the soldier stout, When years of toil have well- nigh worn him out: What says the merchant, tossing o''er the brine?
5419	devote no modicum To your dear country from so vast a sum?
5419	do you eat the feathers?
5419	does he dare to say me nay?"
5419	does he suit The strains of Thebes or Latium''s virgin lute, By favour of the Muse, or grandly rage And roll big thunder on the tragic stage?
5419	had the act been more insane To fling it in a river or a drain?
5419	had they then no noses in those days?
5419	have you heard No secret tidings?"
5419	have you kith or kin To whom your life is precious?"
5419	how d''ye do?"
5419	if Maecenas does a thing, must you, His weaker every way, attempt it too?
5419	is Agave conscious that she''s mad When she holds up the head of her poor lad?
5419	is all this care To save your stores for some degenerate heir, A son, or e''en a freedman, who will pour All down his throttle, ere a year is o''er?
5419	is that a reason he should seem Less pleasant, less deserving my esteem?
5419	is there none Hears me?"
5419	make rules his sport, And dash through thick and thin, through long and short?
5419	men cry:"Free, gently born, unblemished and correct, His means a knight''s, what more can folks expect?"
5419	of course I take it,"you reply;"You love the praise yourself, then why not I?"
5419	of the men I know, With whom I live, have any told you so?
5419	ought they to convulse The well- strung frame and agitate the pulse?
5419	quoth she:"is this as big?"
5419	said one,"or think That if you play the stranger, we shall wink?"
5419	shall I choke Because Demetrius needs must have his joke Behind my back, and Fannius, when he dines With dear Tigellius, vilifies my lines?
5419	show no reverence to his sacred shade Whose scenes great Roscius and Aesopus played?"
5419	some one cries,"have you no failings?"
5419	sure I need not die; Heaven can do all things:''ay, the man was sane In ears and eyes: but how about his brain?
5419	take three hundred in?
5419	then can you not expend Your superflux on some diviner end?
5419	they take the stripe, draw on the shoe, And hear folks asking,"Who''s that fellow?
5419	true, my back is made to pay: But when you let rich tit- bits pass your lip That cost no trifle, do you''scape the whip?
5419	what Think you of Lesbos, that world- famous spot?
5419	what matters it if I Die by disease or robbery?
5419	what thymy ground Allures the bee to hover round and round?
5419	what?
5419	what?
5419	when Shall I behold your pleasant face again; And, studying now, now dozing and at ease, Imbibe forgetfulness of all this tease?
5419	when''tis drest And sent to table, does it still look best?
5419	whence and whither?
5419	while I live?''
5419	who?"
5419	why?
5419	with the old, or them Whom we and future times alike contemn?
5419	would you have me live like some we know, Maenius or Nomentanus?"
5419	you mean my word to doubt?
5419	you must knock down all that''s in your way, Because you''re posting to Maecenas, eh?"
5419	you to twist men''s necks or scourge them, you, The son of Syrus, Dama, none knows who?"
14020	Another man''s wife captivates you; a harlot, Davus: which of us sins more deservingly of the cross? 14020 Base Europa,"thy absent father urges,"why do you hesitate to die?
14020	Can he deny me?
14020	Have you a mother,[ or any] relations that are interested in your welfare?
14020	How stands it with Maecenas and you?
14020	In what respect to me, scoundrel?
14020	Is Gallina, the Thracian, a match for[ the gladiator] Syrus?
14020	Let Ulysses be heir to one fourth of my estate:"is then my companion Damas now no more? 14020 What is your will, madman, and what are you about, impudent fellow?"
14020	What occasion is there for it?
14020	What shall I not go to her now, when she invites me of her own accord? 14020 What therefore do you persuade me to?
14020	What; do you eat that plumage, which you extol? 14020 What?
14020	Whence come you? 14020 Where can I get a stone?"
14020	Where some darts?
14020	Who then is free? 14020 Will you not tell to- day, you varlet, whither such wretched stuff as this tends?"
14020	Wretch that I am, what have I done? 14020 ( for what greater impiety could they have committed?) 14020 A certain person, known to me by name only, runs up; and, having seized my hand,How do you do, my dearest fellow?"
14020	A large vase at first was designed: why, as the wheel revolves, turns out a little pitcher?
14020	A writer who died a hundred years ago, is he to be reckoned among the perfect and ancient, or among the mean and modern authors?
14020	After a long cessation, O Venus, again are you stirring up tumults?
14020	Albius, thou candid critic of my discourses, what shall I say you are now doing in the country about Pedum?
14020	Among the old poets, or among those whom both the present age and posterity will disdainfully reject?
14020	An ounce is added: what will that be?
14020	And how I was shocked at the voices and actions of these two furies, a spectator however by no means incapable of revenge?
14020	And how Jupiter glazes the settled snow with his bright influence?
14020	And is there none to whom you dare confess, that the more you get the more you crave?
14020	And is your heart pure, while it is swollen with the vice?
14020	And shall you,[ assuming the office] of Pontiff[ with regard to my] Esquilian incantations, fill the city with my name unpunished?
14020	And therefore do you esteem yourself a Paulus or a Messala?
14020	And what the hideous looks of all these[ hags, fixed] upon me alone?
14020	Are they all contemptible in comparison of the Campus Martius and the river Tiber?
14020	Are they greater or less than their fame?
14020	Are they in their senses?
14020	Are they to be marked With chalk, or with charcoal?
14020	Are unlearned constitutions the less robust?
14020	Are you forgiving to your friends?
14020	Are you ignorant of what value money has, what use it can afford?
14020	Are you ignorant, that you are the wife of the invincible Jove?
14020	Are you in your senses?
14020	Are you right in your head, when you willfully commit a crime for empty titles?
14020	At length the citizen addressing him,''Friend,''says he,''what delight have you to live laboriously on the ridge of a rugged thicket?
14020	Be it so; do you, who are a scholar, find no fault with any thing in mighty Homer, I pray?
14020	Beside other[ difficulties], do you think it practicable for me to write poems at Rome, amid so many solicitudes and so many fatigues?
14020	But by luck his adversary met him: and,"Whither are you going, you infamous fellow?"
14020	But by what means did you get so well acquainted with me?
14020	But oh, by all the gods in heaven, who rule the earth and human race, what means this tumult?
14020	But shall I on this account run riot and write licentiously?
14020	But unless that be the case, what beauty has an accumulated hoard?
14020	But what is the subject of this controversy?
14020	But why should the Romans grant to Plutus and Caecilius a privilege denied to Virgil and Varius?
14020	By what gift are you able to distinguish, whether this lupus, that now opens its jaws before us, was taken in the Tiber, or in the sea?
14020	Can we wonder that cattle feed upon the meadows and corn- fields of Democritus, while his active soul is abroad[ traveling] without his body?
14020	Can you laugh at dreams, magic terrors, wonders, witches, nocturnal goblins, and Thessalian prodigies?
14020	Can you, grown rank with lengthened age, ask what unnerves my vigor?
14020	Can you, out of these, recognize any thing applicable to yourself?
14020	Damasippus is mad for purchasing antique statues: but is Damasippus''creditor in his senses?
14020	Did I ever, when my ardor was at the highest, demand a woman descended from a great consul, and covered with robes of quality?"
14020	Do Thrace and Hebrus, bound with icy chains, or the narrow sea running between the neighboring towers, or Asia''s fertile plains and hills detain you?
14020	Do ye hear?
14020	Do you ask why?
14020	Do you grow milder and better as old age approaches?
14020	Do you hear with what a noise your gate, with what[ a noise] the grove, planted about your elegant buildings, rebellows to the winds?
14020	Do you hesitate?
14020	Do you hope that grief, and uneasiness, and bitter anxieties, will be expelled from your breast by such verses as these?
14020	Do you not perceive, O Pyrrhus, at what hazard yon are taking away the whelps from a Gutulian lioness?
14020	Do you number your birth- days with a grateful mind?
14020	Do you swell with the love of praise?
14020	Do you think it is of no consequence, whether your distresses arise from your own fault or from[ a real deficiency] of things?
14020	Do you think virtue mere words, as a grove is trees?
14020	Do you wonder that no one tenders you the affection which you do not merit, since you prefer your money to everything else?
14020	Does a man of probity live among us?
14020	Does any body hear?''
14020	Does blind phrenzy, or your superior valor, or some crime, hurry you on at this rate?
14020	Does he employ himself to adapt Theban measures to the Latin lyre, under the direction of his muse?
14020	Does it already seem little to you, who are practiced in deceit, to be brought back to Ithaca, and to behold[ again] your family household gods?
14020	Does not he ridicule many of Ennius''verses, which are too light for the gravity[ of the subject]?
14020	Does one of Attalus''cities enter into your wish?
14020	Does the facetious Lucilius make no alterations in the tragedies of Accius?
14020	Does then perpetual sleep oppress Quinctilius?
14020	Does your heart burn with avarice, and a wretched desire of more?
14020	Dost thou delay the golden chariots and untouched heifers?
14020	Eupolis, Archilochus?
14020	For what end did you bring abroad such companions?
14020	For what is the difference, whether you fling whatever you have into a gulf, or make no use of your acquisitions?
14020	For what shall I follow, or whom?
14020	For what taste could an unlettered clown and one just dismissed from labors have, when in company with the polite; the base, with the man of honor?
14020	For what voices are able to overbear the din with which our theatres resound?
14020	For who would save[ an ass] against his will?
14020	For whom do you bind your golden hair, plain in your neatness?
14020	For whom were labored the fleeces of the richest Tyrian dye?
14020	For why do you hasten to remove things that hurt your eyes, but if any thing gnaws your mind, defer the time of curing it from year to year?
14020	For you?
14020	From what have our youth restrained their hands, out of reverence to the gods?
14020	From what principle is this, if not a suggestion from within?
14020	From what source do you throw this calumny upon me?
14020	Granted, if they are scandalous: but if a man composes good ones, and is praised by such a judge as Caesar?
14020	Has he in his hall the genial bed?
14020	Has he nothing servile about him, who in indulgence to his guts sells his estates?
14020	Has he said any thing yet?
14020	Has not the husband of the offending dame a just power over both; against the seducer even a juster?
14020	Has viper''s blood, infused in these herbs, deceived me?
14020	Have the rest of your vices fled from you, together with this?
14020	Have you any regard for reputation, which affects the human ear more agreeably than music?
14020	Have you escaped?
14020	Have you no faults?"
14020	He[ prudently] sat still who was afraid lest he should not succeed: be it so; what then?
14020	Here the fell Canidia, gnawing her unpaired thumb with her livid teeth, what said she?
14020	How do you come off with more impunity, since you hanker after such dainties as can not be had for a little expense?
14020	How mindful is he of me?
14020	How much did it cost?
14020	How much more savingly have either I lived, or how much less neatly have you gone, my children, since this new possessor came?
14020	How much more to the purpose he, who attempts nothing improperly?
14020	How much then?
14020	How so?
14020	I ask you, when Marius lately, after he had stabbed Hellas, threw himself down a precipice, was he raving mad?
14020	I shall still stick close to you; I shall follow you hence: Where are you at present bound for?"
14020	I will bear it?
14020	If I am allured by a smoking pasty, I am a good- for- nothing fellow: does your great virtue and soul resist delicate entertainments?
14020	If a man barks only at him who deserves his invectives, while he himself is unblamable?
14020	If any thing be a sufficiency, wherefore are you guilty of perjury[ wherefore] do you rob, and plunder from all quarters?
14020	If he be rich, who is wise, and a good shoemaker, and alone handsome, and a king, why do you wish for that which you are possessed of?
14020	If my oak and holm tree accommodate my cattle with plenty of acorns, and their master with a copious shade?
14020	If my[ very] briers produce in abundance the ruddy cornels and damsens?
14020	In this too I am anxious-- who takes upon himself to write the military achievements of Augustus?
14020	In trays, in mats, in sawdust,[ that are so] cheap, what great expense can there be?
14020	In what caverns, meditating the immortal honor of illustrious Caesar, shall I be heard enrolling him among the stars and the council of Jove?
14020	In what manner do you think they are to be looked upon, with what apprehensions and countenance?
14020	Into what groves, into what recesses am I driven, actuated with uncommon spirit?
14020	Is Ajax delirious, while he kills the harmless lambs?
14020	Is another impertinent, and apt to brag a little?
14020	Is any one then your voucher, with whom I have lived?
14020	Is he immoderately fond of being praised?
14020	Is he therefore well, and shall he get up?
14020	Is it free from the fear of death and from anger?
14020	Is not Naevius in people''s hands, and sticking almost fresh in their memory?
14020	Is that boy guilty, who by night pawns a stolen scraper for some grapes?
14020	Is the grass inferior in smell or beauty to the Libyan pebbles?
14020	Is the water, which strives to burst the lead in the streets, purer than that which trembles in murmurs down its sloping channel?
14020	Is there a place where envious care less disturbs our slumbers?
14020	Is there any spot where the winters are more temperate?
14020	Is there too little of Roman blood spilled upon land and sea?
14020	Is this agreeable?
14020	Is your breast free from vain ambition?
14020	It is my pleasure to rave; why cease the breathings of the Phrygian flute?
14020	Laugh[ at him too]: is he not forever changing his garrets, beds, baths, barbers?
14020	Less and less often do you now hear:"My Lydia, dost thou sleep the live- long night, while I your lover am dying?"
14020	Let fortune rage, and stir up new tumults what can she do more to impair my estate?
14020	Let the brother of Opuntian Megilla then declare, with what wound he is blessed, with what dart he is dying.--What, do you refuse?
14020	Let the son of Albinus tell me, if from five ounces one be subtracted, what remains?
14020	Lucullus, as they say, being asked if he could lend a hundred cloaks for the stage,"How can I so many?"
14020	Lydia, I conjure thee by all the powers above, to tell me why you are so intent to ruin Sybaris by inspiring him with love?
14020	Now if any one should ask,"To what does this matter tend?"
14020	Now some person may say to me,"What are you?
14020	O Agamemnon, why do you prohibit any one from burying Ajax?
14020	O Jupiter, father and sovereign, may my weapon laid aside wear away with rust, and may no one injure me, who am desirous of peace?
14020	O cur, thou coward against wolves, why dost thou persecute innocent strangers?
14020	O fortune, what god is more cruel to us than thou?
14020	O what are you doing?
14020	O when shall the bean related to Pythagoras, and at the same time herbs well larded with fat bacon, be set before me?
14020	On the other side, the merchant, when the south winds toss his ship[ cries],"Warfare is preferable;"for why?
14020	Or are their limbs less stout?
14020	Or can it vex me, that Demetrius carps at me behind my back?
14020	Or do you admire Lebedus, through a surfeit of the sea and of traveling?
14020	Or does he storm and swell in the pompous style of traffic art?
14020	Or has Canidia dressed this baleful food?
14020	Or shall I endure this toil with such a courage, as becomes effeminate men to bear?
14020	Or should not I rather suppose, that all the world are to see my faults; secure, and cautious[ never to err] but with hope of being pardoned?
14020	Or tell me, what is it to the purpose of that man, who lives within the compass of nature, whether he plow a hundred or a thousand acres?
14020	Or whether the ill- patched reconciliation in vain closes, and is rent asunder again?
14020	Or why are the swords drawn, that were[ so lately] sheathed?
14020	Or why do not my cheeks return, unimpaired, to these my present sentiments?
14020	Or would you choose to have a trick put upon you, and your money extorted, before the goods are shown you?
14020	Robbers rise by night, that they may cut men''s throats; and will not you awake to save yourself?
14020	Shall he be given to pleasure?
14020	Shall he, a dotard, scribble wretched verses?
14020	She began to ask, how big?
14020	She has excluded me; she recalls me: shall I return?
14020	Suppose this[ young man''s] mind had addressed him in the words of his appetite, perceiving such evil consequences:"What would you have?
14020	Tell me the name of this man; and at the same time whether he is a Roman, or a foreigner?
14020	Tell me, pray is the Roscian law best, or the boy''s song which offers the kingdom to them that do right, sung by the manly Curii and Camilli?
14020	That I should lead the life of Naevius, or in such a manner as a Nomentanus?"
14020	This too frequently drives away and deters even an adventurous poet?
14020	Though you be like highwaymen, Coelus and Byrrhus, I am not[ a common accuser], like Caprius and Sulcius; why should you be afraid of me?
14020	To the end, forsooth, that you may gain those applauses, which Agrippa gains, like a cunning fox imitating a generous lion?
14020	To what intent then do you contemn large lupuses?
14020	To what purpose are our woeful complaints, if sin is not cut off with punishment?
14020	To what purpose have I fortune, if I may not use it?
14020	To what purpose was it to stow Plato upon Menander?
14020	To whom shall Jupiter assign the task of expiating our wickedness?
14020	To whom when will modesty, and uncorrupt faith the sister of Justice, and undisguised truth, find any equal?
14020	Was it better to travel over the tedious waves, or to gather the fresh flowers?
14020	Was it not bravely done by him, who carried his point?
14020	Were any one to take pains to give him aid, and let down a rope;"How do you know, but he threw himself in hither on purpose?"
14020	What altars have they spared?
14020	What barbarian virgin shall be your slave, after you have killed her betrothed husband?
14020	What beast, when it has once escaped by breaking its toils, absurdly trusts itself to them again?
14020	What boy from the court shall be made your cup- bearer, with his perfumed locks, skilled to direct the Seric arrows with his father''s bow?
14020	What can I do better on the festal day of Neptune?
14020	What can one do to such a tribe as this?
14020	What could he answer?
14020	What dainty youth, bedewed with liquid perfumes, caresses you, Pyrrha, beneath the pleasant grot, amid a profusion of roses?
14020	What did I want?"
14020	What did it profit you, O Tullius, to resume the robe that you[ were forced] to lay aside, and become a tribune[ again]?
14020	What do you think of the gifts of the earth?
14020	What do you yourself undertake?
14020	What does Paris?
14020	What does he pray for, while he pours from the flagon the first libation?
14020	What does it signify, whether you live on what was paid for the other day, or a long while ago?
14020	What does not wasting time destroy?
14020	What does not wine freely drunken enterprise?
14020	What does the poet beg from Phoebus on the dedication of his temple?
14020	What does the poor man?
14020	What event, or what penalty awaits me?
14020	What follows, because the Stoic treatises sometimes love to be on silken pillows?
14020	What god?
14020	What have we, a hardened age, avoided?
14020	What have you[ remaining] of her, of her, who breathed loves, and ravished me from myself?
14020	What is it fitting for us to do, who are far, very far removed from the vulgar[ in our sentiments]?
14020	What is my Celsus doing?
14020	What is the covetous man?
14020	What is the difference[ then, with regard to yourself,] whether you sin with the person of a matron, a maiden, or a prostitute?
14020	What is the matter?
14020	What is there that pleases or is odious, which you may not think mutable?
14020	What lessens cares, what may endear you to yourself?
14020	What man, what hero, O Clio, do you undertake to celebrate on the harp, or the shrill pipe?
14020	What manner of living therefore shall the wise man put in practice, and which of these examples shall he copy?
14020	What need of many words?
14020	What of Sardis, the royal residence of Croesus?
14020	What of Smyrna, and Colophon?
14020	What of neat Samos?
14020	What of scenical shows, the applause and favors of the kind Roman?
14020	What of the sea, that enriches the remote Arabians and Indians?
14020	What perfectly renders the temper calm; honor or enticing lucre, or a secret passage and the path of an unnoticed life?
14020	What pleasure is it for you, trembling to deposit an immense weight of silver and gold in the earth dug up by stealth?
14020	What poison is this that rages in my entrails?
14020	What pool, what rivers, are unconscious of our deplorable war?
14020	What profits you only one thorn eradicated out of many?
14020	What sea have not the Daunian slaughters discolored?
14020	What shall I do?
14020	What shall I do?
14020	What shall I give?
14020	What shall I not give?
14020	What shall I, a provident augur, fear?
14020	What shame or bound can there be to our affectionate regret for so dear a person?
14020	What shore is unstained by our blood?
14020	What slave is here, instantly to cool some cups of ardent Falernian in the passing stream?
14020	What then did he moan, when he appointed by will that his heirs should engrave the sum of their patrimony upon his tomb- stone?
14020	What then did the mad Ajax do, when he slew the flock with his sword?
14020	What then have I profited, if you nevertheless arraign the conditions that make for me?
14020	What then pleases?
14020	What therefore[ is to be determined in this matter]?
14020	What thyme are you busy hovering about?
14020	What was the consequence?
14020	What will be the consequence?
14020	What will this boaster produce worthy of all this gaping?
14020	What witch, what magician, with his Thessalian incantations, what deity can free you?
14020	What wonder?
14020	What works is the studious train planning?
14020	What would the son of Mars and Ilia be, if invidious silence had stifled the merits of Romulus?
14020	What would you be at, you woman fitter for the swarthy monsters?
14020	What would you have me do?
14020	What would you have me do?
14020	What wouldst thou have more?
14020	What, Bullatius, do you think of Chios, and of celebrated Lesbos?
14020	What, Davus?
14020	What, art thou in a[ prophetic] raving; or dost thou play upon me designedly, by uttering obscurities?
14020	What, do you imagine that he ran?
14020	What, if a man devote his daughter instead of a dumb lambkin, is he right of mind?
14020	What, if any cur attack me with malignant tooth, shall I, without revenge, blubber like a boy?
14020	What, if you are found out to be a greater fool than me, who was purchased for five hundred drachmas?
14020	What, is it abundantly sufficient to avoid the person, and not the[ vice] which is universally noxious?
14020	What, shall I walk cheek by jole with a filthy Damas?
14020	What, shall that grubworm Pantilius have any effect upon me?
14020	What, shall you, without being made an example of, deride the Cotyttian mysteries, sacred to unrestrained love, which were divulged[ by you]?
14020	What, so big?
14020	What, while I am alive?
14020	What, will matters always go well with you alone?
14020	What, would you be such a fool as to be ambitious that your verses should be taught in petty schools?
14020	What-- if a man be not covetous, is he immediately[ to be deemed] sound?
14020	What-- is it fitting that, in every thing Maecenas does, you, who are so very much unlike him and so much his inferior, should vie with him?
14020	What-- when mad Agave carries the amputated head of her unhappy son, does she then seem mad to herself?
14020	What-- when you strike out faltering accents from your antiquated palate, how much wiser are you than[ a child] that builds little houses?
14020	What-- when, picking the pippins from the Picenian apples, you rejoice if haply you have hit the vaulted roof; are you yourself?
14020	What?
14020	What?
14020	What?
14020	What?
14020	What?
14020	What[ do you do], when my judgment contradicts itself?
14020	When Maenius railed at Novius in his absence:"Hark ye,"says a certain person,"are you ignorant of yourself?
14020	When he shall have[ at last] released you from your long servitude and anxiety; and being certainly awake, you shall hear[ this article in his will]?
14020	When he still followed me;"Would you any thing?"
14020	When you dispatch your wife with a rope, and your mother with poison, are you right in your head?
14020	When your passions are inflamed, and a common gratification is at hand, would you rather be consumed with desire than possess it?
14020	Whence do you think this happens?
14020	Whence should the virgin, stranger to a husband, with the chaste boys, learn the solemn prayer, had not the muse given a poet?
14020	Whence, and whither, Catius?
14020	Whence, whither am I come?
14020	Whereas if novelty had been detested by the Greeks as much as by us, what at this time would there have been ancient?
14020	Wherefore, when I have removed myself from the city to the mountains and my castle,( what can I polish, preferably to my satires and prosaic muse?)
14020	Whether it were so great?
14020	Whether shall I, at your command, pursue my ease, which can not be pleasing unless in your company?
14020	Which is the greater madman of these two?
14020	While you leave us to take as much out of a moderate store, why should you extol your granaries, more than our corn- baskets?
14020	Whither are you going?
14020	Whither is your beauty gone?
14020	Whither your graceful deportment?
14020	Whither, O Bacchus, art thou hurrying me, replete with your influence?
14020	Whither, whither, impious men are you rushing?
14020	Who can fear the Parthian?
14020	Who can move his limbs with softer grace[ in the dance]?
14020	Who cares for the war of fierce Spain?
14020	Who diffuses into distant ages his deeds in war and peace?
14020	Who does not rather[ celebrate] thee, Father Bacchus, and thee, comely Venus?
14020	Who is so foolish an admirer of Lucilius, that he would not own this?
14020	Who knows whether the gods above will add to this day''s reckoning the space of to- morrow?
14020	Who takes care to quickly weave the chaplets of fresh parsely or myrtle?
14020	Who then is a good man?
14020	Who then is sound?
14020	Who will tempt the vagrant wanton Lyde from her house?
14020	Who would not?
14020	Who, after wine, complains of the hardships of war or of poverty?
14020	Who, the frozen Scythian?
14020	Who, the progeny that rough Germany produces, while Caesar is in safety?
14020	Whoever, by becoming an exile from his country, escaped likewise from himself?
14020	Whom does false honor delight, or lying calumny terrify, except the vicious and sickly- minded?
14020	Whom have not plentiful cups made eloquent?
14020	Whom have they not[ made] free and easy under pinching poverty?
14020	Whom of the gods shall the people invoke to the affairs of the sinking empire?
14020	Whom shall the Venus pronounce to be master of the revel?
14020	Whose name shall the sportive echo resound, either in the shady borders of Helicon, or on the top of Pindus, or on cold Haemus?
14020	Whose son is he?"
14020	Why are these compositions less efficacious than those of the barbarian Medea?
14020	Why do not you, wretch that you are, bestow something on your dear country, out of so vast a hoard?
14020	Why do we change our own for climates heated by another sun?
14020	Why do we delay to go on ship- board under an auspicious omen?
14020	Why do we, brave for a short season, aim at many things?
14020	Why do you ask?
14020	Why do you go on?
14020	Why do you hesitate?"
14020	Why do you laugh?
14020	Why do you not, if you can, turn your empty yelpings hither, and attack me, who will bite again?
14020	Why do you pour forth your entreaties to ears that are closely shut[ against them]?
14020	Why do you send tokens, why billet- doux to me, and not to some vigorous youth, and of a taste not nice?
14020	Why does he neither, in military accouterments, appear mounted among his equals; nor manage the Gallic steed with bitted reins?
14020	Why does my fluent tongue falter between my words with an unseemly silence?
14020	Why dost thoti kill me with thy complaints?
14020	Why fears he to touch the yellow Tiber?
14020	Why hates he the sunny plain, though inured to bear the dust and heat?
14020	Why is a tenderness for my belly too destructive for me?
14020	Why is the pipe hung up with the silent lyre?
14020	Why many words?
14020	Why not?
14020	Why should I exchange my Sabine vale for wealth, which is attended with more trouble?
14020	Why should I mention every particular?
14020	Why should I multiply words?
14020	Why should this frenzy affect the obstreperous poets in a less degree?
14020	Why shuns he the oil of the ring more cautiously than viper''s blood?
14020	Why so, Stoic?
14020	Why so?
14020	Why who but Callimachus?
14020	Why, out of false modesty, do I prefer being ignorant to being learned?
14020	Will you not prefer men and the city to the savage woods?
14020	With what disorder of the mind is she stricken?
14020	With what noose can I hold this Proteus, varying thus his forms?
14020	With what prayer shall the sacred virgins importune Vesta, who is now inattentive to their hymns?
14020	Would you affront the circumcised Jews?"
14020	Would you have me also take my share of stout Falernian?
14020	Would you have me, amid so great noise both by night and day,[ attempt] to sing, and trace the difficult footsteps of the poets?
14020	Would you know why the ungrateful reader extols and is fond of many works at home, unjustly decries them without doors?
14020	Would you live happily?
14020	Wretched are those, to whom thou untried seemest fair?
14020	You are not covetous,[ you say]:--go to.--What then?
14020	You may ask how I, unwarlike and infirm, can assist your labors by mine?
14020	You must also write me word of this, whether Munatiua is of as much concern to you as he ought to be?
14020	[ Thus, does] this friend of yours live more sparingly than ordinarily?
14020	[ To what end all this?]
14020	_ A smart description of a miser ridiculously acting the extravagant._ How did the entertainment of that happy fellow Nasidienus please you?
14020	and how is it obtained?
14020	and how miserably Barrus?
14020	are you setting about appeasing envy by deserting virtue?
14020	cries he,"if the horn were not cut off your forehead, what would you not do; since, maimed as you are, you bully at such a rate?"
14020	do you think that arduous and admirable, which was done by Pitholeo the Rhodian?
14020	has any one a better scheme to advise?
14020	has any soldier of Crassus lived, a degraded husband with a barbarian wife?
14020	if an untimely blow hurry away thee, a part of my soul, why do I the other moiety remain, my value lost, nor any longer whole?
14020	if our former love returns, and unites by a brazen yoke us once parted?
14020	mad after he had murdered his parent; and that he was not driven mad by the wicked Furies, before he warmed his sharp steel in his mother''s throat?
14020	one that died a month or a year later, among whom is he to be ranked?
14020	or because the trifler Fannius, that hanger- on to Hermogenes Tigellius, attempts to hurt me?
14020	or do you think to impose yourself upon us a person we do not know?"
14020	or does a pleasing frenzy delude me?
14020	or has the bird the same beauty when dressed?"
14020	or shall I rather think of putting an end to my pains?
14020	or what did she not say?
14020	or whither your bloom?
14020	roars he with a loud voice: and,"Do you witness the arrest?"
14020	was the sea at that time less nutritive of turbots?
14020	what does it matter, whether I die of a disease, or by theft and rapine?
14020	when he has heard[ of such knavery]?
14020	when thirst parches your jaws, are you solicitous for golden cups to drink out of?
14020	when you are hungry, do you despise everything but peacock and turbot?
14020	where shall I find one so brave and so faithful?"
14020	whether it was tossed between the bridges or at the mouth of the Tuscan river?
14020	which of the two shall depend upon himself in exigences with most certainty?
14020	whither are you going?"
14020	why do you stand?"
14020	why was not my present inclination the same, when I was young?
14020	why, Ligurinus, does the tear every now and then trickle down my cheeks?
14020	will Caesar give the lands he promised the soldiers, in Sicily, or in Italy?"