‘Et jam purpureo,’ ” &c.
—— “Nought worse can be
For wearing out a man than the rough sea;
Even though his force be great, and heart be brave,
All will be broken by the vexing wave.”
“—— My spirits, sire, are raised,
Thus to be praised by one the world has praised.”
“If blest immortals mortals might bemoan,
Each heavenly Muse would Nævius’ loss deplore:
Soon as his spirit to the shades had flown,