 Section 12 of SATIRES This is a LibriWalks recording. All LibriWalks recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriWalks.org SATIRES by Juvinal Translated by Gigi Ramsey SATIRES 11 Extravagance and Simplicity of Living If Arrakis dines sumptuously, he is thought a fine gentleman. If Rutilus does the same, people say he has lost his senses. For at what does the public laugh so loudly as at an apesias reduced to poverty? Every dinner table, all the baths, lounging places and theatres have their fling at Rutilus. For while still young, active and warm-blooded and fit to wear a helmet, he plunges on till he will have to enroll himself. He is compelled indeed, but not forbidden by the Tribune, under the rules and royal mandates of a trainer of gladiators. You may see many of these gentry being waited for by an off-deluded creditor at the entrance to the meat market. Men whose sole reason for living lies in their palates. Though the house is ready to fall and the daylight begins to show between the cracks, the more luxuriously and dentally do they dine. Meanwhile, they reinsack all the elements for new relishes. No cost ever stands in their way. If you look closely into it, the greater the price, the greater the pleasure. So when they want to raise money to go after the rest, they think nothing of pawning their plate, of breaking up the image of their mother. And having thus seasoned their gluttonous dulf at a cost of four hundred cester seas, they come down to last to the hodgepodge of the gladiatorial school. It matters much, therefore, who provides the feast. What is extravagant in Rutilis gets a fine name in Wentidius and takes its character from his means. Rightly, do I despise a man who knows how much higher Atlas is than all the other mountains of Africa and yet knows not the difference between a purse and an iron-bound money box. The maxim, know thyself, comes down to us from the skies. It should be imprinted in the heart and stored in the memory, whether you are looking for a wife or wishing for a seat in the sacred senate. Even their sides never asked for that breastplate of Achilles, in which Ulysses cuts such a sorry figure. If you are preparing to conduct a great and difficult cause, take counsel of yourself and tell yourself what you are. Are you a great orator or just a spouter like Cersias and Metho? Let a man take his own measure and have regard to it in things great or small, even in the buying of a fish, that he set not his heart upon a mullet when he has only a gungeon in his purse. For if your purse is getting empty while your mull is expanding, what will be your end when you have sunk your paternal fortune and all your belongings in a belly which can hold capital and solid silver as well as flocks and lands? With such owners, the last thing to go is the ring. Poor Polio, his finger stripped, has to go a-begging. It is not an early death or an untimely grave that extravagance has to dread. Old age is more terrible to it than death. The regular stages are these. Money is borrowed in Rome and squandered before the owner's eyes. When some little of it is still left and the lenders face gross pale, these gentlemen give leg bail and make off for bay and its oyster's bed. For in these days, people think no more of absconding from the form than of flitting from the stuffy subduer to the asclean. One pang, one sorrow only, afflicts these exiles. That they must, for one season, miss the kinesian games. No drop of blood lingers in their cheek. Shame is ridiculed as she flees from the city and few would bid her stay. Today, friend Persecus, you will discover whether I make good, indeed, and in my ways of life, the fair maxims which I preach. Or whether, while commending beans, I am at heart a glutton openly bidding my slave to bring me porridge and whispering cheesecakes in his ear. For now, what you have promised to be my guest, you will find in me an lavender. You yourself will be the tyrantian or the guest less great than he. Though he too came of blood divine, the one by water, the other born by fire, to the stars. And now hear my feast, which no meat market shall adorn. From my tibetan farm, there will come a plump kid, tendress of the flock, innocent of grass, that has never yet dared to nibble the twigs of the dwarf villu and has more of milk in him than blood. Some, while asparagus, gathered by the bailiff's wife when done with her spindle and some lordly eggs, warm in her wisps of hay, together with the hands that laid them. There will be crepes too, kept half the year as fresh as when they hung upon the tree, pears from Cygnia and Syria, and in the same baskets fresh smelling apples that rival those of Pichinum and of which you need not to be afraid, seeing that winter's cold has dried up their autumnal juice and removed the perils of unripeness. Such were the banquets of our senate in days of old when already grown luxurious, when curious with his own hands would lay upon his modest earth the simple herbs he had gathered in his little garden. Herbs scoffed at nowadays by the dirty ditcher who works in chains and remembers the savers of tribe in Reeking Cookshop. For feast days in olden times they would keep a side of dried pork hanging from an open rack or put before the relations a fledge of birthday bacon with the addition of some fresh meat if there happened to be a sacrifice to supply it. A kinsman who had thrice been hailed as council who had commanded armies and filled the officer of dictator would come home earlier than was his want for such a feast shouldering the spade with which he had been subduing the hillside. For when man quailed before a Fabius or a stern Cato before a Scarce or a Fabricius when even a censor might dread the severe verdict of his colleague no one deemed it a matter of grave and serious concern what kind of tortoise shell was swimming in the waves of ocean to form a headrest for our Troy born grandees. Couches in those days were small, their sides unadorned. A simple headpiece of bronze would display the head of a big garlanded ass besides which would romp in play the children of the village thus house and furniture were all in keeping with the fare. The rude soldier of those days had no taste for or knowledge of Greek art. If allotted, cops made by great artists as his share in the booty of a captured city he would break them up to provide gay trappings for his horse or to chase a helmet that would display to the dying foe of an image of the Ramulian beast hidden by Rome's destiny to grow tame. With the twin Quirini beneath the rock and the nude effigy of the god swooping down with the spear and shield. Their messes of spelt were then served on platters of earthenware such silver as there was glittered only on their arms all which things you may envy if you are at all inclined that way. The majesty of the temples also was more near to help us. It was then that was heard through this entire city that midnight voice telling how the girls were advancing from the shores of ocean the gods taking on them a part of the prophecy. Such were the warnings of Jupiter such the cave which he bestowed on the concerns of Latium when he was made of clay and undefiled by gold. In those days our tables were homegrown made of our own trees For such use was kept some aged chestnut blown down per chance by the southwestern blast but nowadays a rich man takes no pleasure in his dinner his turbot and his venison having no taste his unduance and his roses no perfume unless the broad slabs of his dinner table rest upon a ramping gaping leopard of solid ivory made of the tusks sent to us by the swift hooded moor from the portal of Sain or by the still duskier Indian or perhaps shed by the monstrous beast in the Nabatian forest when too big and too heavy for his head these are the things that give good appetite and good digestion for to these gentlemen a table with a leg of silver is like a finger with an iron ring for this reason I will have none of your hearty guests to make comparisons between himself and me and look down upon my humble state so destitute am I of ivory that neither my dice no counters are made of it even my knife handles are of bone yet are not the vines tainted thereby nor does the bullet cut up any verse on that account nor shall I have a carver to whom the whole calming school must bow a pupil of the learned typhus in whose school is caught up with blunt knives a magnificent feast of hairs and sores ponches of bows and antelopes of skivvian fowls and Paul flamingos and gushelian gazelles until the whole subura rings with the clatter of Elmwood banquet my raw youngster untutored all his days has never learned how to filch a slice of kid or the wing of gayana foul unpracticed save in the theft of scrapes cups of commonware bought for a few pence will be handed round by an unpolished lad clad so as to keep out the cold no freigian or lesion youth none bought from a dealer at a huge price where you find when you want anything as for it in latin they are all dressed alike their hair cut close and uncurled and only combed today because of the company one is the son of a hardy shepherd another of the cattleman he sighs for the mother whom he has not seen for so long and thinks wispily of the little cottage and the kids he knew so well a lad of open countenance and simple modesty such as those odd to be who are clothed in glowing purple no noisy frequenter he of bats presenting his armpits to be cleared of hair and with only an oil flask to conceal his nudity he will hand you a wine that is bottled on the hills among which he was born and beneath whose tops he played for wine and servant alike have one and the same fatherland you may look perhaps for a troop of Spanish maidens to win applause by a modest dance and song sinking down with quivering thighs to the floor such sights as brides behold seated beside their husbands though it were a shame to speak of such things in their presence my humble home has no place for follies such as these the clatter of castanets words too foul for the trumpet that stands naked in a reeking archway with all the arts and language of lust may be left to him who spits wine upon floors of lacydemonian marble such men be pardoned because of their high station in men of moderate position gaming and adultery are shameful but when those others do the same things they're called gay fellas and fine gentlemen my fees today will provide other performances than these what matters it with what wise strains like these are read and now put away cares and cast business to the winds present yourself with a welcome holiday now that you may be idle for the entire day let there be no talk of money and let there be no secret wrath or suspicion in your heart because your wife is wont to go forth at dawn and to come home at night with crumpled hair and flushed face and ears cast off straightway before my threshold all that troubles you all thought of house and slaves with all that slaves break or lose and about all put away all thought of thankless friends meantime the solemn ideal right of mega lesion napkin is being held there sits the preto in his triumphal state the prey of horse flesh and all Rome today is in the circus I roll strikes upon my ear which tells me that the green has won for had it lost Rome would be as sad and as made as when the consuls were vanquished in the dust of canade such sites are for the young whom it be fits to shout and make bold wages with a smart demzel by their side but let my shriveled skin drink in the vernal sun and escape the toga you may go at once to your bath with no shame on your bro though it wants a whole hour of midday that you could not do for five days continuously since even such a life has veriness it is rarity that gives zest to pleasure end of satire 11 section 13 of satires this is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org satires by juvenile translated by Gigi Ramsey satire 12 how could tell us escaped shipwreck dear to me carvinus is this day when my vessel turf is awaiting the victims vow to the gods then my own birthday to the queen of heaven I offer a snow white lamb a fleece as white to the goddess armed with the Moorish Gorgon hard buy is the frolic some victim destined for tarpaion jove shaking the tight stretched rope and brandishing his brow for he is a bold young stear ripe for temple and for Altar and fit to be sprinkled with wine it already shames him to suck his mother's milk and with his budding horn he assails the oaks were my fortune large and as ample as my love I should have been hauling along the bull fatter than his spola slow-footed from his very bulk reared on no neighboring herbage he but showing in his blood the rich pastures of the cletamnus and marching along to offer his neck to the stroke of the stalwart priest to celebrate the return of my still trembling friend who has lately gone through such terrors and now marvels to find himself safe and sound for besides the perils of the deep he escaped a lightning stroke a mass of dense black clouds shut out the heavens and down came a flash of fire upon the yards every man believed himself smitten by the bolt and soon in his terror the thought him that no shipwreck could be so terrible as a ship on fire all happened in the same way and as frightfully as when a storm arises in a poem when low a new kind of peril came hear it and give your pity once again though the rest of the tale is all of one piece a fearful lot well known to many and testified by many a votive tablet in our temples who knows not that it is Isis who feeds our painters a fate like to these befell our friend Catullus also for when the hold was half full of water and the waves rocked the hull from side to side so that the white-haired skipper with all his skill could bring no succour to the laboring mast to compound with the winds like the beaver who gives up one part of his body that he may keep the rest so conscious is he of the drug which he carries in his groin overboard with everything shouted Catullus ready to cast headlong his finest wares purple garments such as would have befitted a soft messiness with other fabrics dyed on the sheep's back by the noble nature of the herbage though doubtless the hidden virtues of the water and air of Batica also lent their aid nor did he hesitate to throw over pieces of silver plate chargers wrought by Parthenus and bowls holding three gallons fit to slay the thirst of the Santar fulus or the wife of Fuscus besides these were baskets and dishes without number and much chased work out of which the crafty purchaser of Olithus had slaked his thirst what other man is there in what part of the world who would dare to value his life above his plate or his safety above his property some men are so blinded and depraved that instead of making fortunes for the sake of living they live for their fortune's sake and now most of the cargo has gone overboard but even these losses do not ease the vessel so in his extremity the skipper had to fall back upon cutting away the mast and so find a way out of his traits a dire pass indeed where no remedy can be found but one that diminishes the ship go now and commit your life to the winds go trust yourself to a human plank which parts you from death by four finger breath or seven if it be extra thick only remembering future besides your bread and your bread basket and your pot-bellied flag to take with you excess also for use in time of storm but soon the sea fell flat and our mariners came on better times destiny proved stronger than wind and wave the glad fates with kindly hen spun a yarn of white wool there sprang up what was no stronger than a gentle breeze under which the poor ship sped on with the sorry help of outstretched garments and the single sail now left to her on her prow soon the winds abated and out came the sun bringing hope of life and then there came into view the beatling height so dear to Euless and preferred by him for his abode to his stepmother's Levinum a height that took its name from the white soul whose wondrous womb made glad the frigent's hearts and gained fame for her thirty teats a sight never seen before and now at length the ship comes within the moles built out to enclose the sea ship passes the tyronian forests and those arms which stretch out and meet again in mid-ocean leaving Italy far behind a port more wondrous far than those of nature's making then the skipper with his crippled ship makes for the still waters of the inner basin in which any bayon's shell-up may ride in safety there the sailors shave their heads and the light in garrulous ease to tell the story of their perils away then you boys and with reverent tongues and souls hang up garlands upon the shrines sprinkle meal upon the knives and deck the soft altars of verdant turf I will quickly follow and having duly perform the greater right return then home where my little images of shining crumbling walks are being decked with slender wreaths here will I entreat my own Jupiter here will I offer incense to my paternal laurus and scatter pansies of every hue here all is bright the gateway in token of feast has put up trailing branches and is worshiping with early lighted lamps look not askance carvinus upon these rejoicings the katalas for whose return I set up all these altars has three little heirs of his own you may wait long enough before you find anyone to bestow a sickly hen just closing her eyes upon so unprofitable a friend nay a hen would be all too costly no quail will ever fall for a man who's a father but if the rich and childless galita or posseus have a touch of fever their entire porticles will be dressed out with tablets fastened in due form there will be some to vow hecatoms not elephants indeed saying that elephants are not for sale nor does that beast breed in lachium or anywhere beneath our skies but is fetched from the dark man's land and fed in the rutulian forest and the domain of ternus the herd is caesars and will serve no private master since their forefathers were one to obey the tyrian hannibal and our generals and the milotian king and to carry cohorts on their backs no small fraction of a war whole towers going forth to battle therefore novius would not hesitate bakuvius hyster would not hesitate to lead that ivory monster to the altar and offer it to galitas laris the only victim worthy of such august divinities and of those who hunt their gold for the latter, worthy if permitted, will vow to sacrifice the tallest and comeliest of his slaves he will place fillets on the brows of his slave boys and maidservants if he has a marriageable ephigenia at home he will place her upon the altar though he could never hope for the hint of tragic story to provide a secret substitute I commend the wisdom of my fellow townsmen, nor can I compare a thousand ships to an inheritance for if the sick man escaped the goddess of death he will be caught within the net he will destroy his will and after the prodigious services of bakuvius he will maybe by a single word make him heir to all his possessions and bakuvius will strut proudly over his vanquished rivals you see therefore how well worthwhile it was to slaughter that maiden at my sine long live bakuvius may he live I pray as many ears as nester may he possess as much as Nero plundered may he pile up gold mountain high may he love no one and be by none beloved end of satire 12 section 14 of satires this is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org recording by Marion Carwin satires by Juvenal translated by Gigi Ramsey satire 13 the terrors of a guilty conscience no deed that sets an example of evil brings joy to the doer of it the first punishment is this that no guilty man is acquitted at the bar of his own conscience though he have won his cause by a juggling earn in the corrupt favour of the judge what do you suppose Calvinist that people are now thinking about the recent villainy in the charge of trust betrayed your means are not so small that the weight of a slight loss will weigh you down nor is your misfortune rare such a mishap has been known to many it is one of the common kind plucked at random out of fortune's heap away with undue lamentations a man's wrath should not be hotter than his fit nor greater than the loss sustained you are scarce able to bear the very smallest particle of misfortune your bowels foam hot within you because your friend will not give up to you the sacred trust committed to him does this amaze one who was born in the consulship of Fontius and has left sixty years behind him have you gained nothing from all your experience great indeed is philosophy the conqueror of fortune and sacred are her precepts but they, too, are to be deemed happy who have learned under the schooling of life to endure its ills without fretting against the yoke what day is there, however, festival which fails to disclose theft, treachery and fraud gain made out of every kind of crime and money won by the dagger or the bowl for honest men are scarce hardly so numerous as the gates of Thebes or the mouths of the enriching Nile we are living in a ninth age an age more evil than that of iron one for whose wickedness nature herself can find no name no metal from which to call it we summon gods and men to our aid with cries as loud as that with which the vocal dole applauds facetious when he pleads tell me, you old gentleman that should be wearing the Bola of childhood do you know nothing of the charm of other people's money are you ignorant of how the world laughs at your simplicity when you demand of any man that he shall not purger himself and believe that some divinity is to be found in temples or in altars red with blood primitive men lived thus in the olden days before Saturn laid down his diadem and fled betaking himself to the rustic sickle in the days when Juno was a little maid and Jupiter still a private gentleman in the caves of Ida in those days there were no banquets of the heavenly host above the clouds there was no Trojan youth no fair wife of Hercules for cupbearer no Vulcan wiping arms begrimed by the Leperian forge after tossing up his nectar each god then dined by himself there was no such mob of deities as there is today the stars were satisfied with a few divinities and pressed with a higher load upon the hapless atlas no monarch had as yet had the gloomy realms below allotted to him there was no Grim Pluto with a Sicilian spouse there was no wheel no rock no furies no black torturing vulture the shades led a merry life with no kings over their netherworld dishonesty was a prodigy in those days men deemed it a heinous sin worthy of death if a youth did not rise before his elders or a boy before any bearded man though he himself might see more strawberries and bigger heaps of acorns in his own home so worshipful was it to be older by four years so equal to reverend age was the first down of manhood but nowadays if a friend does not disavow a sum entrusted to him if he restored the old purse with all its rust his good faith is deemed important calling for the sacred books of atraria and to be expiated by a lamb decked with garlands if I discover an upright and blameless man I liken him to a boy born with double limbs or to fishes found by a marveling rustic under the plow or to a pregnant mule I am as concerned as though it had rained stones or a swarm of bees had settled in a long cluster on a temple roof or as though some river had poured down wondrous floods of milk into the sea you complain do you that by an impious broad you have been robbed of ten thousand cester seas what if someone else by a like fraud lost a secret deposit of two hundred thousand cester seas a third is still greater some which could scarce find room in the corners of his ample treasure chest so simple and easy a thing it is to disregard heavenly witnesses if no mortal man is privy to the secret hear how loudly the fellow denies the charge see the assurance of his perfidious face he swears by the rays of the sun and the terpean thunderbolts by the lance of Mars and the arrows of the Syrian seer by the shafts and quiver of the maiden huntress and by thine own trident O Neptune now lord of the Aegean sea he throws in besides the bow of Hercules and Minerba's spear and all the weapons contained in all the armories of heaven if he be a father may I eat he tearfully declares my own son's head boiled and tripping with Egyptian vinegar some think that all things are subject to the chances of fortune these believe that the world has no governor to move it but that nature rolls along the changes of day and year they will therefore lay their hands on any altar you please without a tremor another fears that punishment will follow crime he believes that there are gods but purgers himself all the same reasoning thus within himself let Isis deal with my body as she wills and blast my sight with avenging rattle provided only that even when blind I may keep the money which I disavow it is worth having prices or running ulcers or losing half one's leg at the price let us himself if not needing treatment at Antikyra or by archigenes would not hesitate to accept the rich man's gout for what is to be got out of fame for swiftness of foot or from a hungry branch of the Bessaean olive the wrath of the gods may be great but it is assuredly slow if then they charge themselves with punishing all the guilty when will I get my length and besides I may perchance find the god placable he is want to forgive things like this many commit the same crime and fare differently one man gets a gibbet another a crown as the reward of crime that is how they reassure their minds when in terror for some deadly guilt if you summon them then to the holy shrine they will be there before you they will drag you thither and dare you to the proof for when a bad cause is well backed by a bold face the man gets credit for self-confidence such a one plays apart like the runaway buffoon of the witty catalyst but you poor rich may shout so as to outdo stentor or rather as loudly as the Mars of Homer do you hear all this oh Jupiter with lips unmoved when you ought to have been making yourself heard whether you be made of marble when my packet of holy incense and place it on your blazing altar why offer slices of calves liver or the fat of a white pig so far as I can see there is nothing to choose between your images and the statue of the Gileus and now here what consolations can be offered on the other side by one who has not embraced the doctrines either of the cynics or of the stoics who only differ from the cynics by a shirt nor yet reverenced epicura so proud of the herbs in his tiny garden let doubtful malities be tended by doctors of repute your veins may be entrusted to a disciple of Philippus if in all the world you cannot show me so abominable a crime I hold my peace I will not forbid you to smite your breast with your fists or to pummel your face with open palm seeing that after so great a loss you must close your doors and that a household bewails the loss of money with louder presentations than a death in such a misfortune no grief is simulated no one is content to rend the top of his garment or to squeeze forced moisture from his eyes unfaigned are the tears which lament the loss of wealth but if you see every court be set with complaints like to yours if after a bond has been read over ten times by the opposing party they declare the document to be waste paper though convicted by their own handwriting and by the opposing most choice of sardonic stones kept in an ivory case do you my fine fellow suppose that you were to be placed outside the common lot because you were born of a white hand while we are common chickens hatched out of unlucky eggs your loss is a modest one to be endured with a moderate amount of color if you cast an eye on grosser wrongs compare with your case the hired robber or the fire purposely started by sulfur the flame bursting out at your front door think two of those who carry off from ancient temples splendid cups of venerable antiquity that were the gift of nations or crowns dedicated by some ancient monarch if such things are not to be had a petty desecrator will be found to scrape off the gilding from the thigh of Hercules or from the very face of Neptune or to strip caster of his beaten gold and why should he hesitate when he has been used to melt down an entire thunderer compared to the manufacturers and sellers of poison and the man who should be cast into the sea inside an ox's hide with whom a luckless destiny encloses a harmless ape what a mere fraction of these crimes which Gallicus the guardian of our city has to listen to from dawn to eve if you would know what mankind is like the one courthouse will suffice spend a few days in it and when you come out dare to call yourself unfortunate who marvels at a swollen throat in Alps or in morrow at a woman's breast bigger than her sturdy babe who is amazed to see a German with blue eyes and yellow hair twisting his greasy curls into a horn we marvel not clearly because this one nature is common to them all the pygmy warrior marches forth in his tiny arms to encounter the sudden swoop and clamors cloud of thracian birds but soon no match for his foe he is snatched up by the savage crane and born in his crooked talons through the air if you saw this in our own country you would shake with laughter but in that land where the whole host is only one foot high though like battles are witnessed every day no one laughs what is there to be no punishment for that perjured soul and his impious fraud well suppose him to have been hurried off in heavy chains and slain what more could anger ask at our good pleasure yet your loss still remains your deposit will not be saved and the smallest drop of blood from that headless body will bring you hatred along with your consolation oh but vengeance is good sweeter than life itself yes so say the ignorant whose passionate heart she may see ablaze at the slightest cause sometimes for no cause at all any occasion indeed however small it be suffices for their wrath but so will not chrissapus say or the gentle tales or the old man who dwelt near the sweet himitus who would have given to his accuser no drop of the hemlock draught which was administered to him in that cruel bondage benign philosophy by degrees strips from us most of our vices and all our mistakes it is she that first teaches us the right for vengeance is always the delight of a little weak and petty mind of which you may straight away draw proof from this that no one so rejoices in vengeance as a woman but why should you suppose that a man escapes punishment whose mind is ever kept in terror by the consciousness of an evil deed which lashes him with unheard blows his own soul ever shaking over him the unseen whip of torture it is a grievous punishment more cruel far than any devised by the stern coditious or by ratamanthus to carry in one's breast by night and by day one's own accusing witness the python prophetess once made answer to spartan that it would not pass unpunished in after time that he had thought of keeping back a sum entrusted to him supporting the wrong by perjury for he asked what was the mind of the deity and whether apollo counseled him to do the deed he therefore restored the money through fear and not from honesty nevertheless he found all the words of the oracle to be true and worthy of the shrine being destroyed with his whole race and family and relations however far removed such are the penalties endured by the mere wish to sin for he who secretly meditates a crime within his breast has all the guiltiness of the deed what then if the purpose deed be done his disquiet never ceases not even at the festival board his throat is as dry as in a fever he can scarcely take his food it swells between his teeth he spits out the wine poor wretch cannot abide the choicest old albanian and if you bring out something finer still wrinkled gather upon his brow as though it had been puckered up by some thalernian turned sour in the night if his troubles grant him his short slumber and his limbs after tossing upon the bed or sinking into repose he straight away beholds the temple and the altar of the god whom he has outraged and what ways with the chiefest terror on his soul he sees you in his dreams your awful form larger than life frightens his quaking heart and rings confession from him these are the men who tremble and grow pale at every lightning flash when at thunders they quail at the first rumblings in the heavens not as though it were an affair of chance or brought about by the raging of the winds but as though the flame had fallen in wrath and as a judgment upon the earth if one storm passes harmless by they look more anxiously for the next as though this calm were only a reprieve if again they suffer from pains on the side with a fever that robs them of their sleep they believe that the sickness has been inflicted on them by the offended deity these they deem to be the missiles these the arrows of the gods they dare not bow a bleeding victim to a shrine or offer a crested cock to the larries for what hope is permitted to the guilty sick what victim is not more worthy of life than they in constant and shifty for the most part is the nature of bad men in committing a crime they have courage enough and to spare they only begin to feel what is right and what is wrong when it has been committed yet nature firm and changeless returns to the ways which it has condemned for who ever fixed a term to his own offending when did a hardened brow ever recover the banished blush what man have you ever seen that was satisfied with one active villainy our scoundrel will yet put his feet into the snare you will have to endure the dark prison house and the staple or one of the crags in the agian sea that are crowded with our noble exiles you will exult over the stern punishment of a hated name and at length admit with joy that none of the gods is deaf or like unto teresias end of satire 13 section 15 of satires this is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org recording by Ann Boulet satires by juvenile translated by Gigi Ramsey satire 14 no teaching like that of example there are many things of ill repute friend Fuscanus things that would have fixed a lasting stain on the brightest of lives which parents themselves point out and hand on to their sons if the aged father delights in ruinous play his heir to gambles in his teens and rattles the self same weapons in a tiny dice box if a youth has learnt from the hori gluttony of a spendthrift father to peel truffles to preserve mushrooms and to south specafios in their own juice none of his relatives need expect better things of him when he grows up as soon as he has passed his seventh year before he has cut all his second teeth though you put a thousand bearded perceptors on his right hand and as many on his left he will always long to fare sumptuously and not fall below the high standards of his cookery when ratulis delights in the sound of a cruel flogging deeming it sweeter than a siren song and being self a very anti-fades or a polyphemus to his trembling household is he inculcating gentleness and leniency to slight faults does he hold that the bodies and souls of slaves are made of the same stuff and elements as our own or is he inculcating cruelty never happy until he has summoned a torturer and can he brand someone with a hot iron for stealing a couple of towels as the father give to his son when he revels in the clanking of a chain and takes wondrous pleasure in branding slaves in prisons and his country Bridewell are you simple enough to suppose that Larga's daughter will remain virtuous when she cannot count over her mother's lover so rapidly or string their names together so quickly as not to take breath full 30 times she was her mother's confidant as a girl the expectations she now indicts her own little love notes dispatching them to her paramours by the hand of the self-same menials so nature ordains no evil example corrupts us so soon and so rapidly as one that has been set at home since it comes into the mind on high authority here and there perhaps a youth may decline to follow the bad example one who sold a titan has fashioned from your skill and of a finer clay but the rest are led on by the parental steps which they should avoid and are dragged into the old track of vice which has so long been pointed out to them abstained therefore from things which you must condemn for this there is at least one all-powerful motive that our crime be not copied by our children for we are all of us teachable in what is base and wrong we find a cataline among any people and in any crime but nowhere will you find a brutus or the uncle of a brutus let no foul word or sight cross the threshold within which there is a father away with you ye hireling damsels away with the songs of the night reveling parasite if you have any evil deed in mind you owe the greatest reverence to the young disregard not your boys tender years and let your infant son stand in the way of sin that you propose for if someday or other he shall do a deed deserving the censor's wrath and shall show himself like you not inform and face only but also your child in vice and following in all your footsteps with sin deeper than your own you will doubtless rebuke him and chide him angrily and thereafter prepare to change but how can you assume the grave brow and the free tone of a father if you in your old age are doing things worse than he did or your own empty fate has long been needing the windy cupping glass when you expect a guest not one of your household will be idle sweep the pavement polish up the pillars down with that dusty spider web and all one of you clean the plain silver bowls so shouts the master standing over them whip in hand and so you are afraid poor fool that the eyes of your expected guests may be offended by the sight of a dog's filth in the hall or a portico splashed with mud things which one slave boy can put right with half a peck of sawdust and yet will you take no pains that your son may be hold a stainless home free from any stain and blemish it is good to have presented your country and your people with a citizen if you make him serviceable to his country useful for the land useful for the things both of peace and war for if it will make all the difference in what practices in what habits you bring him up the stork feeds her young upon the serpents and the lizards which he finds in the wilds the young search for the same things when they have gotten to themselves wings the vulture hurries from dead cattle dogs and gibbets to bring some of the carrion to her offspring so this becomes the food of the vulture when he is full grown and feeds himself making his nest in a tree of his own the noble birds which wait on jove hunt the hare or the row in the woods and from them serve up prey to their eerie so when their progeny are of full age and so are up from the nest hunger bids them swoop down upon that same prey which they had first tasted when they chipped the shell Cretonius was given a building now Cayetas winding the shore now on the heights of Tibor now on the pernestian hills he would rear lofty mansions with marbles fetched from Greece and distant lands outdoing the temples of fortune and of Hercules by as much as the eunuch Poseides overtopped our own capital how's therefore in this manner he impaired his fortune and away his wealth some goodly portion of it still remained but he was all squandered by his madman of a son in building new mansions of still costlier marbles so who have had a father who reveres the Sabbath worship nothing but the clouds and the divinity of the heavens and see no difference between eating swine's flesh from which their father abstained and that of man and in time they take to circumcision having been want to flaunt the laws of Rome they learn and practice and revere the Jewish law and all that Moses committed to his secret tome forbidding to point out the way to any not worshipping the same rights and conducting none but the circumcised to the desired fountain for all which the father was to blame who gave up every seventh day to idleness keeping it apart from all the concerns of life all vices but one the young and their own free will avarice alone is enjoined on them against the grain for that vice has a deceptive appearance and semblance of virtue being gloomy of mean severe in face and garb the miser is openly commended for his thrift being deemed a saving man who will be a sureer guardian of his own wealth then if it were watched by the dragons of the Hesperides or of Colchis however such a one is to be skilled in the art of money getting for it is under workers such as he that fortunes grow and they grow bigger by every kind of means the anvil is ever working and the forge never ceases to glow thus the father deems the miser to be fortunate and when he worships wealth believing that no poor man was ever happy he urges his sons to follow in the same path and to attach themselves to the same school there are certain fragments in vice in these he imbues them from the beginning compelling them to study its pettiest meannesses after a while he instructs them in the inappeasable lusts of money getting he pinches the bellies of his slaves with short rations starving himself into the bargain for he cannot bear to eat up all the moldy fragments of stale bread in the middle of September he will save up the hash of yesterday in summertime he will preserve for tomorrow's dinner a dish of beans with a bit of mackerel or half a stinking sprat counting the leaves of the cut leeks before he puts them away no beggar from a bridge would accept an invitation to such a meal but for what end do you pile up riches gather through torment such as these when it is plain madness and sheer lunacy to live and want that you may be wealthy when you die meantime while your purse is full to bursting your love of gain grows as much as the money itself has grown and the man who has none of it covets it the least and so when one country house is not enough for you you buy a second then you must extend your boundaries because your neighbor's field seems bigger and better than your own you must buy that too and his vineyard and the hill that is thick and gray with all of trees and if no price will persuade the owner to sell you will send his green corn by night a herd of lean and famished cattle with wearied necks who will not come home until they have put the whole crop into their ravenous bellies no sickle could have made a cleaner job how many be well wrongs like these can scarce be told nor how many fields have been brought to the hammer by such outrageous but what talk will there be how loud the blasts of evil rumor what harm in that better keep my pee pods for myself than have the praises of the whole countryside if I am to have but a small farm and a miserable crop yes and no doubt you will escape disease and weakness you will have no sorrow no trouble you will have long and ever happier days if only you are soul possessor of as many acres of good land as the roman people tilled in the days of taceous in later times romans broke with old age who had fought in the punic battles or against the dread purists or the swords of the molossians received at last in return for all their wounds a scanty two acres of land none ever deemed such recompense too small for their service of toil and blood none spoke of a shabby thankless country a little plot like that would feed the father himself and the crowd at the cottage where lay the wife in child bed one's playing around one slave born, three the masters own for their big brothers on their return from ditch or furrow a second and ampler supper of porridge would be smoking in a lordly dish today we don't think such a plot of ground big enough for our garden it is here mostly that lies the cause of crime no human passion has mingled more poison bowls none has more often wielded the murderous dagger than the fierce saving for unbounded wealth for the man who wants wealth must have it at once what respect for laws what fear what sense of shame is to be found in a miser hurrying to be rich live content my boys with these cottages and hills of yours said the marzian or hernican or vestin and father in the days of your let the plow win for us what bread shall suffice our table such fair the gods approve whose aid and bounty gave us the glad ear of corn and taught man to disdain the acorn of ancient times the man who is not ashamed to wear high boots in time of frost and who keeps off the east wind with skins turned inward will never wish to do a forbidden thing it is purple raiment whatever it be foreign and unknown to us that leads to crime and wickedness such were the maxims which those ancients taught the young but now when autumn days are over the father rouses his sleeping son after midnight with a shout awake boy and take your tablets scribble away and get up your cases read through the red-lettered laws of our forefathers or send in a petition for a centurion's wine staff see that laelius notes your uncombed head and hairy nostrils and admires your broad shoulders destroy the huts of the moors and the forts of the burgantes that your sixtieth year may bring you the eagle that will make you rich or if you are too lazy to endure the weary labors of the camp if the sound of horn and trumpets melts your soul within you buy something that you can sell at half as much again feel no disgust at a trade that must be banished to the other side of the tiber make no distinction between hides and unguents the smell of gain is good whatever the thing from which it comes let this maxim be ever on your lips a saying worthy of the gods and of joe of himself if he turned poet no matter whence the money comes but money you must have these are the lessons taught by skinny old nurses to little boys before they can walk this is what every girl learns before her ABC to any father urging precepts such as these I would say tell me he is some men who bids you hurry the disciple I warrant you will outstrip his master you may leave him with an easy mind you will be outdone as surely as telemon was beaten by Ajax or Pelius by Achilles be gentle with the young their bones are not yet filled up with the marrow of ripe wickedness when the lad begins to comb a beard and apply to its length the razor's edge he will give false testimony he will sell his perjuries for a trifling sum touching the altar and the foot of Ceres all the time if your daughter in law brings a deadly dowry into the house you may count her as already dead and buried what a grip of fingers will throttle her in her sleep for the wealth which you think should be hunted for over land and sea your son will acquire by a shorter road great crimes demand no labor some day you will say I never taught these things I never advised them no but you are yourself the cause and origin of your son's depravity for whosoever teaches the love of wealth turns his sons into misers by his ill omen instruction when he shows him how to double his patrimony by fraud he gives him his head and throws a free reign over the car try to call him back and he cannot stop he will pay no heed to you he will rush on leaving the turning post far behind no man is satisfied with sinning just as far as you permit so much greater is the license which they allow themselves when you tell a youth that a man is a fool who makes a present to a friend or relieves and lightens the poverty of a kinsman you teach him to plunder and to cheat and to commit any kind of crime for money's sake which is as great in you as was the love of their country in the hearts of the DCI or in that of Menaceus if Greece speaks true for Thebes that country in whose furrows armed legions sprang into life out of dragon's teeth taking straight way to grim battle as though a bugler had also risen up along with them thus you will see the fire whose sparks you yourself have kindled blazing far and wide nor will you yourself poor wretch meet with any mercy the pupil lion with a loud roar will devour the trembling instructor in his den your nativity you say is known to the astrologers but it is a tedious thing to wait for the slow running spindle and you will die before your thread is snapped you are already in your son's way you are delaying his prayers your long and stag-like old age is a torment to the young man seek out archigenes at once buy some of the mixture of Mithridates if you wish to pluck one more fig and gather roses once again you should have some medican to be swallowed before dinner buy one who is both a father and a king I am showing you the choices of diversions one with which no theater no show of a grand-prater can compare if you will observe at what a risk to life men increase their fortunes become possessors of full brass-bound treasure chests or of the cash which must be deposited with watchful caster ever since mars the Avenger lost his helmet and failed to protect his own effects so you may give up all the performances of flora of series and of cybil so much finer are the games of human life is there more pleasure to be got from gazing at men from a springboard or tripping down a tightrope than from yourself you who spend your whole life in a coracean ship ever tossed by the wind from north or south a poor contemptible trafficker in stinking wares finding your joy in importing sweet wine from the shores of ancient crete or flagons that were fellow citizens of jove yet the man who plants his steps with balanced foot gains his livelihood thereby from cold and hunger while you run the risk for the sake of a thousand talents or a hundred mansions look at our ports our seas crowded with big ships the men at sea now outnumber those on shore whither so ever hope of gain shall call whither fleets will come never content with bounding over the carpathian or gelatin seas they will leave calpay far behind and hear the sun hissing in the herculean main it is well worth while no doubt to have beheld the monsters of the deep and the young merman of the ocean that you may return home with tight stuff purse and exalt in your swollen money bags not all men are possessed with one form of badness one mad man in his sister's arms is terrified by the faces and fires of the furies another when he strikes down an ox believes it is agamemnon or the ithikin that is bellowing the man who loads his ship up to the gunwale with goods with only a plank between him and the deep is in need of a keeper though he keeps his hands off his shirt and his cloak seeing that he endures all the misery and all the danger for the sake of bits of silver cut up into little images and inscriptions should clouds and thunder threaten let go cries the merchant who has brought up corn or pepper that black sky this dark rack are not it is that summer lightning poor wretch on this very night perchance he will be cast out amid broken timbers and engulfed by the waves clutching his purse with his left hand or his teeth the man for whose desires yesterday not all the gold which targets and the ruddy paculus rolls along would have sufficed must now contend himself with a rag to cover his cold and nakedness and a poor morsel of food while he begs for pennies as a shipwreck and supports himself by a painted storm wealth gotten with such woes is preserved by fears and troubles that are greater still it is a misery to have the guardianship of a great fortune the millionaire licentious orders a troop of slaves to be on watch all night with fire buckets in their places being anxious for his amber his statues and freigian marbles his ivory and plaques of tortoise shell the newt cynic fears no fire for his tub if broken he will make himself a new house tomorrow or repair it with clamps of lead when alexander be held in that tub its mighty occupants he felt how much happier was the man who had no desires than he who claimed for himself the entire world with perils before him as great as his achievements had we but wisdom thou wouldest have no divinity oh fortune it is we into a goddess yet if any should ask of me what measure of fortune is enough I will tell him as much as thirst cold and hunger demand as much as sufficed you epicurus in your little garden as much as in earlier days was to be found in the house of socrates never does nature say one thing and wisdom another do the limits within which I can find you seem too severe then throw in something in our own manners make up a sum as big as that which athos law deems worthy of the 14 rows if that also knits your brow and makes you thrust out your lip take a couple of nights and make up thrice 300,000 cisterces if your lap is not yet full if it is still opening for more then neither the wealth of craces nor that of the persian monarchs will suffice you nor yet that of narcissus on whom claudia caesar lavished everything and whose orders he obeyed when bitten to slay his wife end of satire 14 section 16 of satires this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org recording by Cynthia Moyer satires by juvenile translated by G. G. Ramsey satire 15 an egyptian atrocity who knows not obithinian wallousius what monsters demented egypt worships one district adores the crocodile another venerates the ibis that gorges itself with snakes in the place where magic chords are sounded by the truncated memnon and ancient hundred gated thebes lies in ruins men worship the glittering golden image of the long tailed ape in one part cats are worshiped in another a river fish in another whole town ships venerate a dog none adore Diana but it is an impious outrage to crunch leaks and onions with the teeth what a holy race to have such divinities springing up in their gardens no animal that grows wool may appear upon the dinner table it is forbidden there to slay the young of the goat but it is lawful to feed on the flesh of man when Ulysses told a tale like this over the dinner table to the amazed alkenos he stirred some to wrath some perhaps to laughter as a lying storyteller what one would say will no one hurl this fellow into the sea who merits a terrible and a true with his inventions of monstrous lestrigonies and cyclopes for I could sooner believe in Scylla and the clashing cyanine rocks and skins full of storms or in the story how by a gentle touch turned alpinor and his comrades into grunting swine did he deem the Phaeacians people so devoid of brains so might someone have justly spoken who was not yet tipsy and had taken but a small drink of wine from the cursory and bowl for the Ithacan's tale was all his own with none to bear him witness I will now relate strange deeds done of late in the consulship of Yonkes beyond the walls of broiling coptus a crime of the common herd worse than any crime of the tragedians for though you turn over all the tales of long robed tragedy from the days of Pyrrha onwards you will find there no crime committed by an entire people but here what an example of ruthless barbarism has been displayed in these days of ours between the neighboring towns of Ombi and Tentira there burns an ancient and long cherished feud and undying hatred whose wounds are not to be healed each people is filled with fury against the other because each its neighbors gods deeming that none can be held as deities save its own so when one of these peoples held a feast the chiefs and leaders of their enemy thought good to seize the occasion so that their foe might not enjoy a glad and merry day with the delight of grand banquets with tables set out at every temple crossway and with night long feasts and with couches spread all day and all night and sometimes discovered by the sun upon the seventh morn Egypt doubtless is a rude country but in indulgence so far as I myself have noted its barbarous rabble yields not to the ill-famed canopus victory too would be easy it was thought over men steeped in wine stuttering and stumbling in their cups on the one side were men dancing to a swarthy piper with unguents such as they were and flowers and chaplets on their heads on the other side a ravenous hate first come loud words as preludes to the fray these serve as a trumpet call to their hot passions then shout answering shout they charge bare hands do the fell work of war scarce a cheek is left without a gash scarce one knows if any comes out of the battle unbroken through all the ranks might be seen battered faces and features other than they were bones gaping through torn cheeks and fists dripping with blood from eyes yet the combatants deemed themselves at play and waging a boyish warfare because there are no corpses on which to trample what avails a mob of so many thousand brawlers if no lives are lost so fiercer and fiercer grows the fight they now search the ground for stones the natural weapons of civic strife and hurl them with bended arms against the foe not such stones as Tornus or Ajax flung or like that with which the son of Tideos struck Aeneas on the hip but such as may be cast with hands unlike to theirs and born in these days of ours for even in Homer's day the race of man was on the wane earth now produces none but weak and wicked men that provoke such gods as see them to laughter and to loathing to come back from our digression the one side reinforced boldly draws the sword and renews the fight with showers of arrows the dwellers in the shady palm groves of neighboring Tentira turn their backs in headlong flight before the ombite charge here upon one of them over afraid and hurrying tripped and was caught the conquering host cut up his body into a multitude of scraps and morsels that one dead man might suffice for everyone and devoured it bones and all there was no stewing of it in boiling pots no roasting upon spits so slow and Tideos they thought it to wait for a fire that they contented themselves with the corpse uncooked one may hear rejoice that no outrage was done to the flame that Prometheus stole from the highest heavens and gifted to the earth I felicitate the element and doubt not that you are pleased but never was flesh so relished as by those who endured to put that carcass between their teeth for in that act of witness do not doubt or ask whether it was only the first gullet that enjoyed its meal for when the whole body had been consumed those who stood furthest away actually dragged their fingers along the ground and so got some smack of the blood the Vascones fame tells us once prolonged their lives by such food as this but their case was different unkindly fortune had brought on them the last dire extremity of war the famine of a long siege in a plight like that of the people just named resorting to such food deserves our pity in as much as not till they had consumed every herb every living thing and everything else to which the pangs of an empty belly drove them not till their very enemies pitied their pale lean and wasted limbs did hunger make them tear the limbs of other men being ready to feed even upon their own what man what God could withhold a pardon from bellies which had suffered such dire straits which might look to be forgiven by the manes of those whose bodies they were devouring to us indeed Zeno gives better teaching for he permits some things though not indeed all things to be done for the saving of life but how could a cantabrian be a stoic and that too in the days of old metellus today the whole world has its greek and its roman Athens eloquent gall has trained the pleaders of britain and distant thul talks of hiring a returition yet the people I have named were a noble people and the people of zakintos their equals in bravery and honor their more than equals in calamity offer a like excuse but egypt is more savage than the mayoted altar for if we may hold the poets tales as true the foundress of that accursed toric rite does but slay her victims they have not further or more terrible than the knife to fear but what calamity drove these egyptians to the deed what extremity of hunger what beleaguering army compelled them to sow monstrous and infamous a crime were the land of memphis to run dry could they do ought else than this to shame the nile for being loth to rise no dread kimbrians or britains no savage sythians or monstrous agathirsians are raged so furiously as this unwarlike and worthless that hoists tiny sails on crockery ships and plies puny oars on boats of painted earthenware no penalty can you devise for such a crime no fit punishment for a people in whose minds rage and hunger are like and equal things when nature gave tears to man she proclaimed that he was tenderhearted and tenderness is the best quality in man she therefore bids us weep for the misery of a friend upon his trial or when a ward whose streaming cheeks and girlish locks raise a doubt as to his sex brings a defrauder into court it is at nature's behest that we weep when we meet the bear of a full grown maiden or when the earth closes over a babe too young for the funeral pyre for what good man what man worthy of the mystic torch and such as the priest of series would wish him to be believes that any human knows concern him not it is this that separates us from the dumbherd and it is for this that we alone have had allotted to us a nature worthy of reverence capable of divine things fit to acquire and practice the arts of life and that we have drawn from on high that gift of feeling which is lacking to the beasts that grovel with eyes upon the ground to them in the beginning of the world our common maker gave only life to us he gave souls as well that fellow feeling might bid us ask or proffer aid gather scattered dwellers into a people desert the primeval groves and woods inhabited by our forefathers build houses for ourselves with others adjacent to our own that a neighbor's threshold from the confidence that comes of union might give us peaceful slumbers shield with arms a fallen citizen or one staggering from a grievous wound give battle signals by a common trumpet and seek protection inside the same city walls and behind gates fastened by a single key but in these days there is more amity among serpents than among men wild beasts are merciful to beasts spotted like themselves when did the stronger lion ever take the life of the weaker in what would did a boar ever breathe his last under the tusks of a boar bigger than himself the fierce Tigris of India dwells in perpetual peace with her fellow bears live in harmony with bears but man finds it all too little to have forged the deadly blade on an impious anvil for whereas the first warriors only wearied themselves with forging hose and spades and plowshares not knowing how to beat out swords we now behold a people whose wrath is not assuaged by slaying someone but who deem that a man's breast arms and face afford a kind of food what would Pythagoras say to what place would he not flee if he beheld these horrors of today he who refrained from every living creature as if it were human and would not indulge his belly with every kind of vegetable end of satire 15 section 17 of satires this is the ubervox recording all the ubervox recordings send a public domain for more information on the volunteer please visit the ubervox.org translated by satire 16 the immunities of the military who can count up Galeus all the prices of prosperous soldiering I would myself pray to be a trembling recruit if I could enter a favorite camp under a lucky star for one moment of benign fate is of more veil than a letter of commendation to Mars from Venus from his mother who relights in the sandy shore of Salmos let us first consider the benefits common to all soldiers of which not the least is this that no civilian will dare to thrash you if thrashed himself he must hold his tongue and not venture to exhibit the traitor the teeth that have been knocked out or the black and blue lumps upon his face or the one eye left which the doctor holds out no hope of saving a hobnade centurion with a row of jurors with brawny calves sitting before a big bench for the old camp law and rule of Camilus still holds good which forbids a soldier to attend court outside the camp and at a distance from the standards most right and proper it is you say that a centurion should pass sentence on a soldier no shall I fail of satisfaction if I make good my case but then the whole cohort will be your enemies and your menables will agree as one man in applying a cure to the redress you have received by giving you a thrashing which shall be worse than a first so as you possess a pair of legs you must have a newly sprained, worthy of eloquent Vargaleus to provoke so many jackboots and all those thousands of hobnades and besides who would venture so far from the city who would be such a pilates as to go inside the rampart better dry your eyes at once and you will soon friends who will but make excuses when a judge has called for witnesses that the man who ever he be who saw the soul dare to say I saw it and I will deem him worthy of the beard and long hair of our forefathers sooner will you find a false witness against a civilian than one who will tell the truth against the interest and honor of a soldier and now let us note other prophets and perquisities of the service they have built for me a dell or a field of my ancestral estate and I have dug up from the midpoint of my boundary the hallowed stone which I have honored every year with an offering of flat cake and porridge or if adapter refused to repay the money that he has borrowed declaring that the signatures are false and the document null and void I shall have to wait for the time of year when the whole world begin their suits and even then there will be a thousand very certain delays so often does it happen that the ventures have been set out when the eloquent Cecilius is taking off his cloak and Fuscus has gone out for a moment though everything is ready we disperse and fight our battle after the delitory fashion of the courts but the gentleman who are armed and belted have the cases set down for whatever time they please nor is the substance worn away by the slow drag chain of the law soldiers alone again have the right to make the wills during the father's lifetime for the law ordains that money earned for his service is not to be included in the property which is in the father's soul control this is why Coranus who follows the standards and earns soldiers pay is courted by his own father though now torturing from old age the son receives the advancement that is his due and reaps the recompense for his own good services and indeed it is the interest of the general that the most brave should also be the most fortunate and that all should have medals and necklats to be proud of the satire breaks off here end of satire 16 recording by Julenida Meyer end of satires by juvenile translated by Gigi Ramsey