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BOOK II.

 

SATIRE I.

Sunt quibus in Satira.

Horace.Trebatius.

Horace.

OME think in satire I'm too keen, and press
The spirit of invective to excess:
Some call my verses nerveless: once begin,
A thousand such per day a man might spin.
Trebatius, pray advise me.
T.Wipe your pen.
H. What, never write a single line again?
T. That's what I mean.
H.'Twould suit me, I protest,
Exactly: but at nights I get no rest.
T. First rub yourself three times with oil all o'er,
Then swim the Tiber through from shore to shore,