Are precious for one thing; they make retirement

Positive joy. Blest are the gods who sit

On changeless seats. I think they framed the world

That they might look upon it and rejoice

They lived not in it: that’s its use to me.

Luc. True, as Rome says, Petronius, thou art steeped

In gross epicurism.

Pet.Bravo, stoic!

I may be what men say: yet very few

Are what they show the world: there’s a screw-twist