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Page 145
(Anon., in Suetonius, Nero 39. 2)
- Aeneas’ blood our Nero claims;
- We know it’s no mere fad.
- The one his mother carried off,
- The other took his dad!
Page 146
(Ovid, Met. xi. 623-625)
- O Sleep, release from toil,
- For careworn soul a balm divine:
- Thy gentle ministrations soothe
- The weary frame with touch benign.
Page 151
(Horace, Epod. 16. 47-52 and 61-62)
- From riven oak the golden honey drips,
- And down the steeps cool, babbling waters spring.
- Unherded flocks at even homeward turn,
- While willing kine their milky tribute bring.
- There never ’round the sleeping fold at night
- Is heard anear the bear’s alarming voice;
- No serpents swarm in upland heath or glen;
- There safe from bane and heat the flocks rejoice.
Page 173
(Trans. from the Greek by Cicero, Tusc. Disp. i. 101)
- At Sparta, stranger, kindly tell
- That here you saw us where we fell,
- Obedient to the sacred laws
- Of country that we loved so well.
