Or would you choose to have a trick put upon you, and your money extorted, before the goods are shown you? [But perhaps you will sing to me these verses out of Callimachus.] As the huntsman pursues the hare in the deep snow, but disdains to touch it when it is placed before him:  thus sings the rake, and applies it to himself; my love is like to this, for it passes over an easy prey, and pursues what flies from it.  Do you hope that grief, and uneasiness, and bitter anxieties, will be expelled from your breast by such verses as these?  Would It not be more profitable to inquire what boundary nature has affixed to the appetites, what she can patiently do without, and what she would lament the deprivation of, and to separate what is solid from what is vain?  What! when thirst parches your jaws, are you solicitous for golden cups to drink out of?  What! when you are hungry, do you despise everything but peacock and turbot?  When your passions are inflamed, and a common gratification is at hand, would you rather be consumed with desire than possess it?  I would not:  for I love such pleasures as are of easiest attainment.  But she whose language is, “By and by,” “But for a small matter more,” “If my husband should be out of the way.” [is only] for petit-maitres:  and for himself, Philodemus says, he chooses her, who neither stands for a great price, nor delays to come when she is ordered.  Let her be fair, and straight, and so far decent as not to appear desirous of seeming fairer than nature has made her.  When I am in the company of such an one, she is my Ilia and Aegeria; I give her any name.  Nor am I apprehensive, while I am in her company, lest her husband should return from the country:  the door should be broken open; the dog should bark; the house, shaken, should resound on all sides with a great noise; the woman, pale [with fear], should bound away from me; lest the maid, conscious [of guilt], should cry out, she is undone; lest she should be in apprehension for her limbs, the detected wife for her portion, I for myself:  lest I must run away with my clothes all loose, and bare-footed, for fear my money, or my person, or, finally my character should be demolished.  It is a dreadful thing to be caught; I could prove this, even if Fabius were the judge.

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SATIRE III.

We might to connive at the faults of our friends, and all offences are not to be ranked in the catalogue of crimes.

This is a fault common to all singers, that among their friends they never are inclined to sing when they are asked, [but] unasked, they never desist.  Tigellius, that Sardinian, had this [fault].  Had Caesar, who could have forced him to compliance, besought him on account of his father’s friendship and his own, he would have had no success; if he himself was disposed, he would chant lo Bacche over and over, from the beginning of an entertainment to the very