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Epictetus, Discourses (ed. Thomas Wentworth Higginson), book 3 (search)
g else, from the beginning, but spend your time in solving syllogisms and convertible propositions and interrogatory arguments? " But such a one has a school, and why should not I have one?" Foolish man, these things are not brought about carelessly and at haphazard; but there must be a fit age, and a method of life, and a guiding God. Is it not so? No one quits the port, or sets sail, till he hath sacrificed to the gods, and implored their assistance; nor do men sow without first invoking Ceres. And shall any one who has undertaken so great a work attempt it safely without the gods? And shall they who apply to such a one, apply to him with success? What are you doing else, man, but divulging the mysteries? As if you said, " There is a temple at Eleusis, and here is one too; there is a priest, and I will make a priest here; there is a herald, and I will appoint a herald too; there is a torch-bearer, and I will have a torch-bearer; there are torches, and so shall there be here. Th
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Brookes More), Book 8, line 728 (search)
to their altars. It is said he violated with an impious axe the sacred grove of Ceres, and he cut her trees with iron. Long-standing in her grove there grew an ancieorials, as, fillets, tablets, garlands, witnessing how many prayers the goddess Ceres granted. And underneath it laughing Dryads loved to whirl in festal dances, hannd while he swung on high his axe to strike a slanting blow, the oak beloved of Ceres, uttered a deep groan and shuddered. Instantly its dark green leaves turned paled; “Covered by the bark of this oak tree I long have dwelt a Nymph, beloved of Ceres, and before my death it has been granted me to prophesy, that I may die contentng for the grove and what they lost, put on their sable robes and hastened unto Ceres, whom they prayed, might rightly punish Erysichthon's crime;— the lovely goddesse it is not in the scope of Destiny, that two such deities should ever meet as Ceres and gaunt Famine,—calling forth from mountain-wilds a rustic Oread, the goddess<
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Brookes More), Book 8, line 799 (search)
nd blotched, and all her entrails could be seen, enclosed in nothing but her shriveled skin; her crooked loins were dry uncovered bones, and where her belly should be was a void; her flabby breast was flat against her spine; her lean, emaciated body made her joints appear so large, her knobbled knees seemed large knots, and her swollen ankle-bones protruded. When the Nymph, with keen sight, saw the Famine-monster, fearing to draw near she cried aloud the mandate she had brought from fruitful Ceres, and although the time had been but brief, and Famine far away, such hunger seized the Nymph, she had to turn her dragon-steeds, and flee through yielding air and the high clouds;—at Thessaly she stopped. Grim Famine hastened to obey the will of Ceres, though their deeds are opposite, and rapidly through ether heights was borne to Erysichthon's home. When she arrived at midnight, slumber was upon the wretch, and as she folded him in her two wings, she breathed her pestilential poison through
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Brookes More), Book 9, line 418 (search)
When Themis, prophesying future days, had said these words, the Gods of Heaven complained because they also could not grant the gift of youth to many others in this way. Aurora wept because her husband had white hair; and Ceres then bewailed the age of her Iasion, grey and stricken old; and Mulciber demanded with new life his Erichthonius might again appear; and Venus, thinking upon future days, said old Anchises' years must be restored. And every god preferred some favorite, until vexed with the clamor, Jupiter implored, “If you can have regard for me, consider the strange blessings you desire: does any one of you believe he can prevail against the settled will of Fate? As Iolaus has returned by fate, to those years spent by him; so by the Fates Callirhoe's sons from infancy must grow to manhood with no struggle on their part, or force of their ambition. And you should endure your fortune with contented minds: I, also, must give all control to Fate. “If I had power to change the c
Q. Horatius Flaccus (Horace), The Works of Horace (ed. C. Smart, Theodore Alois Buckley), book 2, On Frugality. (search)
might arise from being obliged to obey the magister bibendi in taking the number of cups which he directed. The person who (aliqua in re peccarat) violated any of the convivial laws or customs, was punished by being obliged to drink a cupful, poculo multabatur, so that as no one drank but those who committed some breach of the laws, bibere poenae et dedecoris esset, non invitationis aut magisterii. Thus culpa was magistra bibendi. then Ceres worshiped [with a libation], that the corn might arise in lofty stems, smoothed with wine the melancholy of the contracted brow. Let fortune rage, and stir up new tumults: what can she do more to impair my estate? How much more savingly have either I lived, or how much less neatly have you gone, my children, since this new possessor came? For nature has appointed to be lord of this earthly property, neither him, nor me, nor any one. He drove us out: either iniqu
P. Ovidius Naso, Art of Love, Remedy of Love, Art of Beauty, Court of Love, History of Love, Amours (ed. various), Elegy II: To his Mistress at the horse-race. By Henry Cromwell. (search)
is the heat of love." But now the pomp appears, the sacred throng Command applauses from the heart and tongue; First victory with expanded wings does move, Be near, O Goddess ! to assist my love; To Mars let warriors acclamations raise, The merchants' tongues resound with Neptune's praise; Whilst I, whom neither seas nor arms invite, In love alone, the fruit of peace, delight; To their Apollo let the prophets pray, And hunters to Diana homage pay. Let the mechanics to Minerva vow, Rustics to Ceres, and to Bacchus bow; Whilst I devote myself to thee alone, Kind Venus, and the pow'rful god thy son; 0 be propitious to my enterprize, Inform with all thy softness these fair eyes, And to love's cause her gentle breast incline; She grants, and has contriv'd it with a sign; Do you assure it too, you who're to me (With Venus' leave) the mightier deity, By all these heavenly witnesses' to you Will I be ever faithful, ever true. Now ib the open cirque the game's begun, The praetor gives the sign
Elegy X. Now Ceres' feast is come, the trees are blown, And my Corinna now must lie alone. And why, good Ceres, must thy feast destroy Man's chief delight, and why disturb his joy ? The world esteems you bountiful and good, You led us from the fielCeres, must thy feast destroy Man's chief delight, and why disturb his joy ? The world esteems you bountiful and good, You led us from the field and from the wood, And gave us fruitful corn, and wholesome food. Till then poor wretched man on acorns fed; Oaks gave him meat, and flow'ry fields a bed. First Ceres made our wheat and barley grow, And taught us how to plough, and how to mow; WhoCeres made our wheat and barley grow, And taught us how to plough, and how to mow; Who then can think that she designs to prove Our piety, by coldness in our love ? Or make poor lovers sigh, lament, and groan, Or charge her votaries to lie alone ? For Ceres, though she loves the fruitful fields, Yet sometimes feels the force of love,Ceres, though she loves the fruitful fields, Yet sometimes feels the force of love, and yields: This Crete can witness, (Crete not always lies) Crete that nurs'd Jove, and heard his infant cries, There he was suckled who now rules the skies. That Jove his education there receiv'd, Will raise her fame, and make her be believ'd; Nay
Lucretius, De Rerum Natura (ed. William Ellery Leonard), BOOK IV, line 1141 (search)
"a little Pallas," she; The sinewy and wizened's "a gazelle"; The pudgy and the pigmy is "piquant, One of the Graces sure"; the big and bulky O she's "an Admiration, imposante"; The stuttering and tongue-tied "sweetly lisps"; The mute girl's "modest"; and the garrulous, The spiteful spit-fire, is "a sparkling wit"; And she who scarcely lives for scrawniness Becomes "a slender darling"; "delicate" Is she who's nearly dead of coughing-fit; The pursy female with protuberant breasts She is "like Ceres when the goddess gave Young Bacchus suck"; the pug-nosed lady-love "A Satyress, a feminine Silenus"; The blubber-lipped is "all one luscious kiss"- A weary while it were to tell the whole. But let her face possess what charm ye will, Let Venus' glory rise from all her limbs,- Forsooth there still are others; and forsooth We lived before without her; and forsooth She does the same things- and we know she does- All, as the ugly creature, and she scents, Yes she, her wretched self with vile per
Lucretius, De Rerum Natura (ed. William Ellery Leonard), BOOK V, line 1 (search)
?- There shall be none, methinks, of mortal stock. For if must needs be named for him the name Demanded by the now known majesty Of these high matters, then a god was he,- Hear me, illustrious Memmius- a god; Who first and chief found out that plan of life Which now is called philosophy, and who By cunning craft, out of such mighty waves, Out of such mighty darkness, moored life In havens so serene, in light so clear. Compare those old discoveries divine Of others: lo, according to the tale, Ceres established for mortality The grain, and Bacchus juice of vine-born grape, Though life might yet without these things abide, Even as report saith now some peoples live. But man's well-being was impossible Without a breast all free. Wherefore the more That man doth justly seem to us a god, From whom sweet solaces of life, afar Distributed o'er populous domains, Now soothe the minds of men. But if thou thinkest Labours of Hercules excel the same, Much farther from true reasoning thou farest. F
M. Annaeus Lucanus, Pharsalia (ed. Sir Edward Ridley), book 6, line 624 (search)
e void of Erebus? By your very names, ' She-dogs of hell, I'll call you to the day, Not to return; through sepulchres and death Your gaoler: from funereal urns and tombs I'll chase you forth. And thou, too, Hecate, Who to the gods in comely shape and mien, Not that of Erebus, appear'st, henceforth Wasted and pallid as thou art in hell 'At my command shalt come. I'll noise abroad The banquet that beneath the solid earth Holds thee, thou maid of Enna; by what bond 'Thou lov'st night's King, by what mysterious stain Infected, so that Ceres fears from hell 'To call her daughter. And for thee, base king, 'Titan shall pierce thy caverns with his rays And sudden day shall smite thee. Do ye hear? 'Or shall I summon to mine aid that god 'At whose dread name earth trembles; who can look Unflinching on the Gorgon's head, and drive 'The Furies with his scourge, who holds the depths ' Ye cannot fathom, and above whose haunts Ye dwell supernal; who by waves of Styx Forswears himself unpunished? '