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TO MENAS.

Horace

As great an enmity as is allotted by nature to wolves and lambs, [so

great a one] have I to you, you that are galled at your back with

Spanish cords, and on your legs with the hard fetter. Though,

purse-proud with your riches, you strut along, yet fortune does not

alter your birth. Do you not observe while you are stalking along the

sacred way with a robe twice three ells long, how the most open

indignation of those that pass and repass turns their looks on thee?

This fellow, [say they,] cut with the triumvir's whips, even till the

beadle was sick of his office, plows a thousand acres of Falernian land,

and wears out the Appian road with his nags; and, in despite of Otho,

sits in the first rows [of the circus] as a knight of distinction. To

what purpose is it, that so many brazen-beaked ships of immense bulk

should be led out against pirates and a band of slaves, while this

fellow, this is a military tribune?

 

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