Decimus Junius Juvenalis, and Aulus Persius Flaccus translated and illustrated as well with sculpture as notes / by Barten Holyday ...

SATYRE. IX. A DIALOGUE BETWEEN Iuvenal and Naevolus.

ARGUMENT.

Lust and Poverty ill joyn'd In Monstrous Naevolus we find: But here strange Virro Great and Vile Both Lust and Avarice defile. Dark Crimes, though hid, scape not our sight: By Night we see not, yet see Night. Over their Lords from guilt not clear Base Servants Tongues do Domineer.

JUV: VVhy, Naevolus, so oft meet I thy brow All Cloud, like Marsyas quite put down? why now Look'st thou like Ravola caught with his sweet Rhodope? With just blows indeed we greet Our sweet-mouth'd Servants. A more wretched Face Does Crepereius Pollio ne're disgrace, When he goes Offering Treble Use, and lights Upon no Fools, What sodain care thus frights Thy brow to wrinkles? Sure, thou liv'dst of late, A Slave? rather meer Knight, though small in stare. A Guest thou wast, that bad'st thy quips most witty, Veh'mently tart, pure Natives of the City. Now all's inverted: A sad Face, dry Hair Like a shagg'd Copp'ce: Thy Skin knows no neat care: A hot glew'd-swath did once smooth thee with art; Now every where rough hairs, like sprigs, do start. What means thy meager shape, like one half-tir'd, VVhom a Domestick Quartane long has fir'd? Thou may'st discern the Sick man's mind's Distress, Or Sound man's Joys: The Face does both express. Methinks then thou seem'st chang'd, and hast begun In a new diverse Course of life to run. For I remember thou did'st haunt of late Isis shrine, (1) Peace's Ganymede, and wait

On Cybel's Palace-Rites which hither came, And Ceres (For, what Shrine don't women shame?) Th' Adulteter Aufidius was less known: I could say, Didst thou please the VVives alone:

Naev. Yet that's a thriving way to some: but small Gain I have thence: A greasie Cloak is all, (To save my Gown) course, of some gross die, w^ch some French weaver drove but ill, with a sleight comb; Or some small Silver of the second vein. The Fates Rule men: Fate does in those parts reign, VVhich the Lap hides. For, if thy Stars thee fail, Thy strength of Lust shall nothing then avail, For all rich Virro's tank desire. And yet No Monster's like Avarice and Lust met! I gave you This, then That, then More: He Counts, And leudly Moves! Lets see to what it mounts: Ho, (2) bring the Counting-board. Suppose your Gains VVere Five Sestertia: Reckon then your Pains. Dost sleight my Toile? Shall he find less vile Fates, That tends thy Plow, then He that on Thee waits? But sure thou thoughts thy self soft, young, fair, fit, VVhom Jove might to his Cup and Heav'n admit. To a poor Client will you bounty show, VVho Nothing on your sweet Disease bestow? Lo, may's•• not Thou fitly to such a Friend Large Amber-bowls, and a green Shadow send Upon Her Birth-day, or when the fresh spring Does (3) gentle showers and the Shee-Calends bring? Nay when to Thee plac'd in a stately Chair, Virro, some thus with secret guifts repair? Sparrow! For whom keep'st thou such Hills, vast Grounds, Apulian Farmes, Kites tit'd within thy bounds? Trifoline fields, the dread Cumaean knowl And hollow Gaurus's Vintage fill thy bowl. VVhose Pitch more Vessels keeps? More lasting wines? VVhat wert to help then a spent Clients loins VVith a few Acres? wilt thou to some other Rather bequeath a Country-house, a Mother VVith Babe and whelp his Play-fellow? to some (4) Slack Priest of Cybel, that can vainly drum? Begger, (5) you're Bold, says he. But Rent does cry Beg: So does my own man, like the broad eie Of Polyphemus, for all which, the wise Vlysles scap'd. But one does not suffice: Another must be bought; both fed. And when December blows, what course shall I take then? To their cold Heels and Shoulders wilt be some Releif, to say, The Grass-hoppers will come. But, though thou wilt not my Desert set forth, To omit other things, was't nothing worth,

That I thy most addicted and devout Client in thy behalf all means sought out? VVhen as thy VVife the Marriage-bonds had broke, And now was sealing new, back to thy yoke I won her, and did always make her stay, VVho, but for me, had often gone away? VVhether can'st turn? what can'st say first or last? Deserve I nothing for my Labours past, Thankless, false wretch? Is't nothing, that th'art now Upon Record a Man? The Laurel-bough May now adorn thy Gates: A Father's Name Thou hast: thou hast, what to oppose to shame. A Father's Rights thou hast: now thou may'st be An Heir, (6) now receive any Legacy; Sweet wind-falls too. More Priviledges add, If once three Children make thy heart right glad.

Juv. Sure, Naevolus, thy sorrow's just, as I By this should judge: yet, what does he reply?

Naev. VVhy, he neglects me, and now seeks some other Two-footed, sturdy Asse. But these things smother Reveal'd thus only to your self; and rest VVith my Complaints hid in your secret breast. For, whom the Pumice smooths, He's a dire foe! VVho shews a Secret, Burns and Hates, as though All that I knew, I had betray'd. He'l take A Sword, or Clubb my brains out; or else make His candle fire my doors: nor think him vain; These (7) Rich ones ne're count Poison a dear grain. This then, like Mars his Court at Athens, hide.

Juv. Dull Corydon, think'st Rich men undiscried VVhen Vile in private? what their Servants spare To speak, Beasts, Dogs, Posts, Marbles will declare. Shut doors and windows, stop the chinks; Defie All light, let Neighbours bawl, let none lie nigh: VVhat yet he acts (8) at the Cocks second Crow, E're break of day the next Vintner shall know; Nay, hear (9) whats'ere his Scribe and cheif Cooks fain, His Carvers too. For, what care they to stain Their Lords? when by such lies, revenge they take, For the shrew'd Belts they've felt? Nay, some will make Search for thee in the ways, and thou must hear: They're drunk, and they'l make drunk thy wretched ear. Pray them then, as thou did'st pray me, to say Nothing: but secrets sooner they'l betray, Then drink as much Falerne, though got by stealth, As did Laufella for the People's Health. As Duty binds us not to live amiss, And many Causes more, so chiefly this: That Conscious Servants Tongues make us not start; For, a vile Servant's Tongue is his worst part.

VVho yet will not live free from Crimes, He's worse Then They, that live upon his Bread and Purse.

Naev. How to despise a Servants Tongue, if leud, Good Counsel, yet but Common, thou hast shew'd. But now what's thy Advise after lost Time And Hope? For Lo, how swiftly hasts the Prime Flow'r of our Age? Lo, how the fatal Knife Hasts to cut off our short and wretched Life? Amid'st (10) Cups, Flow'rs, Ointments and Lovers toys, Old Age does unperceiv'd arrest our Joys.

Juv. Fear not; I warrant thee, whiles these Hills stand, Thou can'st not want a Pathick ne're at hand: They're brought by Ship and VVagon; Here th'are sped: They, they, (11) that with one finger scratch their head. Besides, thy Hope and Gain may yet Increase; Only eat Rocket hard, and hold thy peace.

Naev. These Rules are for your lucky ones; but my Clotho and Lachesis are glad, when I By lust my Hunger stanch. But, (12) Oh my small House-Gods, on whom with some incense I call, Or with a Cake and Garland: when (13) some Vow Shall I so fix, that old I may know how To scape a Crutch and Cabbin. Nay, (14) that I May twenty thousand have for use, with tie Of Pledges for the Payment? Besides such (15) Plate, that Fabricius might judge it too much? And two strong (16) Maesians, whose hir'd necks might grace me To the loud Circus, and there safely place me? Then a stooping Ingraver, and (17) a speedy Painter? These would suffice; seeing that Needy I still shall be! Yet Vain's my wish! nor may I hope This! For, when I to Fortune pray, Her ears she stops with wax, from that Ship brought, On whose deaf Row'rs the Sirens Songs ne're wrought.