Juvenal

“ Fear a scourg'd slave, or a dissembling friend;
No matter what I do, or what I say,
I have no spies about me to betray:
And you advise me now my time is lost,
And all my hopes of prosperous hours are cross’d;
My full-blown youth already fades apace,
(Of our short being, ’tis the shortest space!)
While melting pleasures in our arms are found,
While lovers smile, and while the bowl goes round;
While in surprising joys entranc'd we lie,
Old age creeps on us, ere we think it nigh.
Juv. Fear not; thy trade will never find an end ”

“ To the digested meals of yesterday?
The slave more toil'd and harass'd will be found,
Who digs his master's buttocks, than his ground:
But sure old Virro thinks himself a boy,
Whom Jove once more might languish to enjoy ”

“ In lust, a miser; but a spendthrift here.
Then slight him not, nor with his scandal sport,
But be as mute as was the’ Athenian court (7) :
Juv. Dull Corydon (8) ! Art thou so stupid grown,
To think a rich man's faults can be unknown? ”