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1001 8 | the regions of heaven.’ He wants to become a god. Isn’t he
1002 10 | did I make an end of civil wars? For this did I found the
1003 9 | it in my turn. One hand washes the other.” ~
1004 5 | the man’s language, but he wasn’t either Greek or Roman
1005 5 | Homeric: ~ There their city I wasted; the people I slaughtered. ~
1006 7 | pausing ere it lets its waters go,~Silently laves the borders
1007 8 | to straighten our crooked ways! He doesn’t know what goes
1008 2 | highest point of his circuit,~Wearily shaking the reins as his
1009 3 | Gauls, Spaniards, Britons, wearing togas. However, since it
1010 4 | of joy shall he bring men~Weary for laws that await his
1011 12 | a few pettifoggers were weeping, but their grief was plainly
1012 7 | whose famous herd~From the western sea I drove to the city
1013 14 | rescue; and that poor Ixion’s wheel ought at last to be stopped.
1014 15 | getting thrashed by him with whips, with rods, and with his
1015 4 | soft strands fell from the whirling point of her spindle,~Passing
1016 11 | and he got angry at his wide and hung her up, but he
1017 2 | Now victorious Cynthia was widening the bounds of her kingdom;~
1018 11 | daughter’s mother-in-law, his wife Messalina, and others too
1019 12 | Where is the judge now~Willing to listen to cases the year
1020 1 | along in the same direction. Willy-nilly, he has to see everything
1021 4 | Golden the age that was winding down in that beautiful fillet.~
1022 5 | Hence from Ilium the winds have among the Cicones cast
1023 9 | and Claudius seemed to be winning the vote. For Hercules,
1024 2 | her kingdom;~Ugly-faced Winter was snatching away the rich
1025 9 | surpasses all mortals in wisdom, and it is for the public
1026 10 | eloquence. “I call you to witness, Conscript Fathers,” said
1027 15 | as a slave. He produced witnesses who had seen Claudius getting
1028 12 | forth your tears, lift up woful voices;~Let the Forum echo
1029 3 | said: “Why, O hard-hearted woman, do you let the wretched
1030 10 | condemned any one of the men and women whom you put to death before
1031 4 | Changed was the common wool, until as a metal most precious,~
1032 4 | Thus having spoken she wound up the thread on his spindle
1033 4 | locks on her brow with a wreath of Pierian laurel,~Drew
1034 3 | hard-hearted woman, do you let the wretched man be tormented? Isn’t
1035 3 | it’s no wonder if they go wrong and nobody knows his hour;
1036 6 | good many miles between the Xanthus and the Rhone.” At this
1037 8 | without head or prepuce’? Yet there is something in him
1038 11 | believe that you are gods yourselves. In short, Conscript Fathers,
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