Hor. Sat. iv. l. i.
With Aristophanes' satiric rage,
When ancient comedy amus'd the age,
Or Eupolis's or Cratinus' wit,
And others that all-licens'd poem writ;
None, worthy to be shown, escap'd the scene,
No public knave, or thief of lofty mien;
The loose adult'rer was drawn forth to sight;
The secret murd'rer trembling lurk'd the night;
Vice play'd itself, and each ambitious spark;
All boldly branded with the poet's mark.
—Trans.
O ingratifici Argivi, inanes Graii, immemores beneficii,
Exulare sivistis, sivistis pelli, pulsum patimini.
—Trans.
Tyrtæusque mares animos in martia bella
Versibus exacuit.
Hor. in Art. Poët.—Trans.
Quis nescit, Volusi Bithynice, qualia demens
Ægyptus portenta colat? Crocodilon adorat
Pars hæc: illa pavet saturam serpentibus Ibin.
Effigies sacri nitet aurea Cercopitheci,
Dimidio magicæ resonant ubi Memnone chordæ,
Atque vetus Thebe centum jacet obruta portis.
Illic cœruleos, hic piscem fluminis, illic
Oppida tota canem venerantur, nemo Dianam.
Porrum et cœpe nefas violare, ac frangere morsu.
O sanctas gentes, quibus hæc nascuntur in hortis
Numina!
Juven. Sat. xv.—Trans.
Των δ οστις λωτοιο φαγοι μελιηδεα καρπον,
Ουκ ετ απαγγειλαι παλιν ηθελεν, ουδε νεεσθαι.
Μη πω τις λωτοιο φαγων, νοστοιο λαθηται.