The works of Horace, translated into verse With a prose interpretation, for the help of students. And occasional notes. By Christopher Smart ... In four volumes |
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ODE II. TO C. SALLUSTIUS CRISPUS.
He applauds Proculeius for his generosity to his brethren. The contempt of money makes the wise-man and the monarch.
Thou foe to metal in the mine,
Unless by circulation bright
And mod'rate use it shine.
Let Proculeius live in song,
A father to his brethren known;
Fame jealous-wing'd, shall bear along
The bounty, he has shown.
A vaster realm you shall subdue,
By conq'ring of a greedy mind,
Than Lybia and the Gades too
With either Carthage join'd.
—The self-indulging dropsy grows,
Nor slacks its thirst, until the cause
From out the pallid body flows,
And watry pain withdraws.
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Not like the crowd fair virtue views,
Nor numbers him amongst the bless'd,
The language to abuse;
The laurel, diadem and reign
She more to that great man applies,
Who looks upon immod'rate gain
With unaffected eyes.
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