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The legacies of Tadius too are flown ;
Nor tell me, in a dying father's tone,
Live on the use; and never dip thy lands:
But yet what's left for me? What 's left, my friend!
Ask that again, and all the rest I spend.
Is not my fortunes at my own command?
Pour oil, and pour it with a plenteous hand,
Go, mifer, go; for lucre fell thy foul;
Truck wares for wares, and trudge from pole to pole:
That men may fay, when thou art dead and gone,
How large a family of brawny knaves,
TRANSLATIONS FROM PERSIUS.
Prologue to the First Satire
Satire the First, in Dialogue betwixt the Poet and