Casta suo gladium cum traderet Arria Paeto, &c.—Martial.
When Arria to her Paetus had bequeath'd
The sword in her chaste bosom newly sheath'd;
Trust me (quoth she) My own wound feels no smart;
'Tis thine (My Paetus) grieves and kills my heart.
III.
Qui pelago credit, magno se faenore tollit, &c.—Petron. Arbit.
He whose advent'rous keel ploughs the rough seas,
Takes interest of fate for wealth's increase.
He that in battle traffics, and pitch'd fields,