The Satyricon — Volume 04 : Escape by Sea by 20-66 Petronius Arbiter
page 51 of 56 (91%)
page 51 of 56 (91%)
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Some clasp to their sorrow-wracked bosoms! Youths carry their fathers Bowed down with old age, uninured to the bearing of burdens. They seize what they dread to lose most. Inexperience drags all Its chattels to camp and to battle: as, when powerful Auster Piles up the churned waters and tumbles them: never a yard-arm Nor rudder to answer the hand, here, one fashions a life-raft Of pine planks, another steers into some bay on a lee shore, Another will crack on and run from the gale and to Fortune Trust all! But why sorrow for trifles? The consuls, with Pompey The Great--he, the terror of Pontus, of savage Hydaspes Explorer, the reef that wrecked pirates, caused Jove to turn livid, When thrice was a triumph decreed him, whom Pontus' vexed water And pacified billows of Bosphorus worshipped! Disgraceful their Flight! Title and glory forsaking! Now Fortune capricious |
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