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home, that is my abode, there my life is spent; when I come here only one box out of many follows me. And since this is so, I would not have you judge that it is due to niggardly mind or ungenerous temper, that you have not received a full supply of what you ask of each kind: I would have offered it unasked, if I had any such resources.

LXVIIIa

I cannot, ye goddesses, be silent about the matter in which Allius helped me, and how greatly he helped me by his services, lest time flying with forgetful ages hide this zeal of his in blind night. But I will tell you; do you hand on the tale to many thousands, and let the paper speak this in its old age.



and let him be famous more and more in death; and let not the spider who weaves her thin web

5 aloft spread her work over the neglected name of Manlius. For how much sorrow of heart the wily goddess of Amathus gave me, ye know, and in what manner she -has overthrown me. When I was burning as hotly as the Trinacrian rock and the Malian water at Oetean Thermopylae, when my sad

5 eyes never rested from wasting with perpetual tears, nor my cheeks from streaming with a flood of sorrow; — as in the top of a lofty mountain a bright stream leaps forth from a moss-grown rock, and gushing headlong down the steep valley crosses the

6 mid way thronged by the people, a sweet solace in his labour to the weary wayfarer when sultry heat makes the parched fields gape; and as to mariners

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