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AGAINST THE DEGENERACY OF THE ROMAN YOUTH.

Horace

Let the robust youth learn patiently to endure pinching want in the

active exercise of arms; and as an expert horseman, dreadful for his

spear, let him harass the fierce Parthians; and let him lead a life

exposed to the open air, and familiar with dangers. Him, the consort and

marriageable virgin-daughter of some warring tyrant, viewing from the

hostile walls, may sigh--- Alas! let not the affianced prince,

inexperienced as he is in arms, provoke by a touch this terrible lion,

whom bloody rage hurries through the midst of slaughter. It is sweet and

glorious to die for one's country; death even pursues the man that flies

from him; nor does he spare the trembling knees of effeminate youth, nor

the coward back. Virtue, unknowing of base repulse, shines with

immaculate honors; nor does she assume nor lay aside the ensigns of her

dignity, at the veering of the popular air. Virtue, throwing open heaven

to those who deserve not to die, directs her progress through paths of

difficulty, and spurns with a rapid wing grovelling cowards and the

slippery earth. There is likewise a sure reward for faithful silence. I

will prohibit that man, who shall divulge the sacred rites of mysterious

Ceres, from being under the same roof with me, or from setting sail with

me in the same fragile bark: for Jupiter, when slighted, often joins a

good man in the same fate with a bad one. Seldom hath punishment, though

lame, of foot, failed to overtake the wicked.

 

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