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P. Ovidius Naso, Art of Love, Remedy of Love, Art of Beauty, Court of Love, History of Love, Amours (ed. various) 12 0 Browse Search
C. Suetonius Tranquillus, The Lives of the Caesars (ed. Alexander Thomson) 10 0 Browse Search
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T. Maccius Plautus, Rudens, or The Fisherman's Rope (ed. Henry Thomas Riley) 2 0 Browse Search
M. Tullius Cicero, Orations, The fourteen orations against Marcus Antonius (Philippics) (ed. C. D. Yonge) 2 0 Browse Search
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M. Tullius Cicero, Orations, The fourteen orations against Marcus Antonius (Philippics) (ed. C. D. Yonge), THE TENTH ORATION OF M. T. CICERO AGAINST MARCUS ANTONIUS. CALLED ALSO THE TENTH PHILIPPIC., chapter 10 (search)
We have, indeed, undertaken our present course of action with a great and almost certain hope of liberty. But even if I allow that the events of war are uncertain, and that the chances of Mars are common to both sides, still it is worth while to fight for freedom at the peril of one's life. For life does not consist wholly in breathing; there is literally no life at all for one who is a slave. All nations can endure slavery. Our state can not. Nor is there any other reason for this, except that those nations shrink from toil and pain, and are willing to endure any thing so long as they may be free from those evils; but we have been trained and bred up by our forefathers in such a manner, as to measure all our designs and all our actions by the standard of dignity and virtue. The recov
Q. Horatius Flaccus (Horace), Odes (ed. John Conington), Book 3, Poem 3 (search)
nt's brow, whose frown may kill, Can shake the strength that makes him strong: Not winds, that chafe the sea they sway, Nor Jove's right hand, with lightning red: Should Nature's pillar'd frame give way, That wreck would strike one fearless head. Pollux and roving Hercules Thus won their way to Heaven's proud steep, 'Mid whom Augustus, couch'd at ease, Dyes his red lips with nectar deep. For this, great Bacchus, tigers drew Thy glorious car, untaught to slave In harness: thus Quirinus flew On Mars' wing'd steeds from Acheron's wave, When Juno spoke with Heaven's assent: “O Ilium, Ilium, wretched town! The judge accurst, incontinent, And stranger dame have dragg'd thee down. Pallas and I, since Priam's sire Denied the gods his pledged reward, Had doom'd them all to sword and fire, The people and their perjured lord. No more the adulterous guest can charm The Spartan queen: the house forsworn No more repels by Hector's arm My warriors, baffled and outworn: Hush'd is the war our strife ma
Titus Livius (Livy), The History of Rome, Book 2 (ed. Rev. Canon Roberts), chapter 5 (search)
The question of the restoration of the property was referred anew to the senate, who yielding to their feelings of resentment prohibited its restoration, and forbade its being brought into the treasury; it was given as plunder to the plebs, that their share in this spoliation might destroy for ever any prospect of peaceable relations with the Tarquins. The land of the Tarquins, which lay between the City and the Tiber, was henceforth sacred to Mars and known as the Campus Martius. There happened, it is said, to be a crop of corn there which was ripe for the harvest, and as it would have been sacrilege to consume what was growing on the Campus, a large body of men were sent to cut it. They carried it, straw and all, in baskets to the Tiber, and threw it into the river. It was the height of the summer and the stream was low, consequently the corn stuck in the shallows, and heaps of it were covered with mud; gradually as the debris which the river brought down colle
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Brookes More), Book 3, line 95 (search)
and likewise he who cast that dart was slain: both breathing forth their lives upon the air so briefly theirs, expired together. All as if demented leaped in sudden rage, each on the other, dealing mutual wounds. So, having lived the space allotted them, the youthful warriors perished as they smote the earth (their blood-stained mother) with their breasts: and only five of all the troop remained; of whom Echion, by Minerva warned, called on his brothers to give up the fight, and cast his arms away in pledge of faith.— when Cadmus, exiled from Sidonia's gates, builded the city by Apollo named, these five were trusted comrades in his toil. Now Thebes is founded, who can deem thy days unhappy in shine exile, Cadmus? Thou, the son-in-law of Mars and Venus; thou, whose glorious wife has borne to shine embrace daughters and sons? And thy grandchildren join around thee, almost grown to man's estate.— nor should we say, “He leads a happy life,” Till after death the funeral rites are
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Brookes More), Book 3, line 509 (search)
sias, though veiled in night.” And as he spoke, lo, Pentheus drove the seer: but all his words, prophetic, were fulfilled, and confirmation followed in his steps.— Bacchus at once appears, and all the fields resound with shouts of everybody there.— men, brides and matrons, and a howling rout— nobles and commons and the most refined— a motley multitude—resistless borne to join those rites of Bacchus, there begun. Then Pentheus cries; “What madness, O ye brave descendants of the Dragon! Sons of Mars! What frenzy has confounded you? Can sounds of clanging brass prevail; and pipes and horns, and magical delusions, drunkenness, and yelling women, and obscene displays, and hollow drums, overcome you, whom the sword, nor troops of war, nor trumpet could affright? “How shall I wonder at these ancient men, who, crossing boundless seas from distant Tyre, hither transferred their exiled Household Gods, and founded a new Tyre; but now are shorn, and even as captives would be led away wit
y verse, receive my soul. Should sense, and wit, and art refuse to join In all I write, and fail my great design, Yet with such passion shall my lines be crown'd, And so much softness in my poem found, Such moving tenderness, the world shall see, Love could have been describ'd by none but me. Let Dryden from his works with justice claim Immortal praise! I from my sacred flame Draw all my glory, challenge all my fame. Believe me, Delia, lovers have their wars, And Cupid has his camp as well as Mars. That age which suits a soldier best, will prove The fittest for the sharp fatigues of love; None but young men the toils of war can bear, None but young men can serve and please the fair; Youth with the foe maintains the vig'rous fight, Youth gives the longing maid the full delight. On either hand like hardship it sustains, Great are the soldier's, great the lover's pains. Th' event of war no gen'ral can foreknow, And that, alas! of love is doubtful too. In various fields, whatever chance sh
P. Ovidius Naso, Art of Love, Remedy of Love, Art of Beauty, Court of Love, History of Love, Amours (ed. various), Elegy IX: Of Love and War. By Henry Cromwell. (search)
Elegy IX: Of Love and War. By Henry Cromwell. Trust me, my Atticus, in love are wars; And Cupid has his camp, as well as Mars: The age that's fit for war best suits with love, The old in both unserviceable prove, Infirm in war, and impotent in love. The soldiers which a general does require, Are such as ladies would in bed desire: Who but a soldier, and a lover, can Bear the night's cold, in show'rs of hail and rain? One in continual watch his station keeps, Or on the earth in broken slumbers sleeps; The other takes his still repeated round By mistress' house — then lodges on the ground. Soldiers, and lovers, with a careful eye, Observe the motions of the enemy: One to the walls makes his approach in form, Pushes the siege, and takes the town by storm: The other lays his close to Celia's fort, Presses his point, and gains the wish'd-for port. As soldiers, when the foe securely lies In sleep, and wine dissolv'd, the camp surprise; So when the jealous to their rest remove, And all is
P. Ovidius Naso, Art of Love, Remedy of Love, Art of Beauty, Court of Love, History of Love, Amours (ed. various), Elegy V: To His False Mistress. By Eusden. (search)
k supplied. The silent speech too well I understood, For to deceive a lover yet who could? Tho' thou didst write in a laconic hand, And words for sentences were taught to stand. Now ended was the treat, and ev'ry guest Indulg'd his ease, and lay compos'd to rest: Your close, lascivious kisses then I spied, And something more than lips to lips applied; Such from a sister brothers ne'er receive, But yielding fair ones to warm lovers give. Not so Diana would to Phoebus press, But Cytherea so her Mars would bless. Too far provok'd, at last I cried aloud, "On whom are pleasures, due to me, bestow'd? I must not, will not, cannot bear this sight; 'Tis lawful, sure, to seize upon my right. These raptures to us both in common are, But whence, ye furies, claims a third his share?" Enrag'd I spoke, and o'er her cheeks were spread Swift newborn glories in a sudden red; Such blushes on the bridal night adorn The trembling virgin; such the rising morn. So sweet a hue the lab'ring Cynthia shows, Or t
P. Ovidius Naso, Art of Love, Remedy of Love, Art of Beauty, Court of Love, History of Love, Amours (ed. various), Elegy XIV: To his Mistress, who endeavoured to make herself miscarry. (search)
ell as sight they fain would please, And the womb early of its burden ease. Had woman sooner known this wicked trade, Among the race of men what havock had they made. Mankind had been extinct, and lost the seed, Without a wonder to restore the breed, As when Deucalion and his Purrha hurl'd The stones that sow'd with men the delug'd world, Had Thetis, goddess of the sea, refus'd To bear the burden, and her fruit abus'd, Who would have Priam's royal seat destroy'd? Or had the vestal whom fierce Mars enjoy'd, Stifled the twins within her pergnant womb, What founder would have then been born to Rome? Had Venus, when she with Aeneas teem'd, To death, ere born, Anchises' son condemn'd, The world had of the Caesars been depriv'd; Augustus ne'er had reign'd, nor Julius liv'd. And thou, whose beauty is the boast of fame, Hadst perish'd, had thy mother done the same; Nor had I liv'd love's faithful slave to be, Had my own mother dealt as ill by me. Ah, vile invention, ah, accurs'd design, To rob
P. Ovidius Naso, Art of Love, Remedy of Love, Art of Beauty, Court of Love, History of Love, Amours (ed. various), Elegy XVIII: To Macer, blaming him for not writing of love as he did. (search)
, that Sabinus, my departed friend, Could from all quarters now his answers send! Ulysses' hand should to his queen be known, And wretched Phaedra hear from Theseus' son; Dido Aeneas' answer should receive, And Phillis Demophoon's, if alive; Jason should to Hypsipyle return A sad reply, and Sappho cease to mourn: Nor him whom she can ne'er possess, desire, But give to Phoebus fane her votive lyre. As much as you in lofty epics deal, You, Macer, show that you love's passion feel, And sensible of beauty's powerful charm, You hear their call amid the noise of arms. A place for Paris in your verse we find, And Helen's to the young adult'rer kind; There lovely Laodamia mourns her lord, The first that fell by Hector's fatal sword. If well I know you, and your mind can tell, The theme's as grateful, and you like as well To tune your lyre for Cupid as for Mars, And Thracian combats change for Paphian wars; If well I know you, and your works design Your will, you often quit your camp for mine.
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