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And so all Satyr's lost. The lavish Slave
Six - thousand Pieces for a Barbel gave :
A Sesterce for each Pound it weigh'd, as they
Give out, that hear great things, but greater say,
If by this Bribe well plac'd, he would ensnare
Some sapless Usurer that wants an Heir ;
Or if this Present the fly Courtier meant,
Should to some Punk of Quality be sent,
That in her easy Chair in State does ride,
The Glasses all drawn up on ev'ry fide,
I'd praise his Cunning; but expect not this,
For his own Gut he bought the stately Fish.
Now ev'n 3 Apicius Frugal feems, and Poor,
Outvy'd in Luxury unknown before.
Gave you, Crispinus, you this mighty Sum?
You, that, for want of other Rags, did come
In our own Country Paper wrapp'd, to Rome ?
Do Scales and Fins bear Price to this Excess ?
You might have bought the Fisherman for less.
For less some Provinces whole Acres fell,
Nay, 4 in Apulia, if you bargain well,
A Manor wou'dcoit less than such a Meal.
What think we then of his s luxurious Lord ?
What Banquets loaded that Imperial Board?
2 Six thousand Piecas. Six | Italy, near the Adriatick Gulf, thousand of the Roman Sejter. where Land it seems was very tii, which make lix Seftertia, cheap, either for the barren. according to our Account, 461.ness and cragged height of the 27 s. 6 d.
Mountains, or for the unwhol3 Now even Apicius. A Man romeness of the Air, and the for Gluttony and Prodigality wind Atabulus. Horat. Lib. I. famous even to a Proverb, Sat, s. Montes Apulia notos.who having spent most of his quos torret Atabulus ad quos vast Eftate upon his - Gut, for nunquam erepfemus, &c. fear of Want poylon'd him
s His luxurious Lorde The self. Senec.
Emperor Domitian. * Nay in Apulia. Part of
When in one Dish, that taken from the rest
His constant Table wou'd have hardly mist,
So many Sesterces were swallow'd down,
To stuff one Scarlet-coated Court Buffoon,
Whom Rome of all her Knights now Chiefest greets,
From crying stinking Fish about the Streets.
Begin, Calliope, but not to fing:
Plain, honest Truth we for our Subject bring.
Help then, ye young Pierian Maids, to tell
A downright Narrative of what befel.
Afford me willingly your sacred Aids,
[Malds. Me that have call you young, me that have styld you
When he, with whom the Flavian Race decay'd,
The groaning World with Iron Scepter sway’d,
When 7a bald Nero reign’d, and servile Rome obey'd,
Where Venus' Shrine does fair Ancona grace,
A Turbut taken of prodigious Space,
Fill'd the extended Net, not less han those
That dull Mæotis does with Ice enclose,
Till conquer'd by the Sun's prevailing Ray,
It opens to the Pontick Sea their way;
And throws them out unweildy with their Growth,
Fat with long ease, and a whole Winter's Noth:
The wise Commander of the Boat and Lines
For 8 our High-Priest the stately Prey designs;
6 The Flavian Race decay'd. I who could not so much as bear Domitian was thelaft and worst with Patience the mention of " of the Flavian Family, which baldness, tho' in Jeft only, and
tho' at first obscure, yet had objected to another, as Sueto* produc'd great and good Men. nius in his Life tells us. And
Reipublica nequaquam pænitenda, who, for his Cruelty, is here - says Sweton. 9. For of this Facall'd a second Nero. mily were Vefpafion and Titus. 8 Our High-Priest. The EmA bald Nero. Domitian, 'peros Domitian call'd so, either.
For who that Lo.dly Fish durst sell or buy,
So many Spies and Court-Informers nigh?
No Shoar but of this Vermin Swarms does bear,
Searchers of Mud and Sea-weed! that would swear
The Filh had long in Cæsar's Ponds been fed,
And from its Lord undutifully fled;
So, justly ought to be again restor'd.
Nay, if you credit Sage 9 Palphurius' Word,
Or dare rely on Armillatus’Skill,
Whatever Fim the vulgar Fry excel
Belong to Cafar, wherefoe'er they swim,
By their own Worth confifcared to him.
The Boat-man then shall a wise Prefent make,
And give the Fish, before the Seizers take.
Now fickly Autumn to dry Frosts gave way,
Cold Winter rag'd, and fresh preserv'd the Prey;
Yet with such halte the busy Fishes few,
As if a hot South-Wind Corruprion blew:
And now he reach'd the Lake, to where what remains
Of Alba, Itill her antient Rites retains,
from his Instituting the Col- &c. Alba Longa built by Allege of the Alban Priests, of canius,about fifteen Miles from whom he was as it were Chief; Rome, was destroy'd after by or for taking upon him the Tullus Hoftilius, the Temples Office of Pontifex Maximus, in only excepted, (Liv. l. 1.) The *thc Condemnation of the Ve- Albans upon this their Misfor• Ital Virgin Cornetia ; or, more tunc neglecting their Worship, generally, because often the were by sundry Prodigies com. Emperors assum'd both the manded to restore their anTitle and Office of High-Priest. cient Rites, the chief of which
9 Palphurius and Armillatus. was the keeping perpetually Both Men of Consular Degree: burning the Vestal Fire, which Lawyers, and Spies, and In- was brought thither by Ancas formers, and so Favourites of and his Trojans as a fatal Pledge Domitian.
of the perpetuity of the Row 10 What remains of Alba,' man Empire,
Still worships Vesta, 11 tho’an bumbler way,
Nor lets the hallow'd Trojan Fire decay.
The wondring Croud that to strange Sights resort,
And choak'd a while bis Paffage to the Court,
At length gives way; ope flies the Palace-Gate,
The Turbut enters in, wirhout the 12 Fathers wait.
The Boat-man strait does to Astrides press,
And thus presents his Fish, and his Address :
Accept, Dread Sir, this Tribute from the Main,
Too great for private Kitchins to contain.
To your glad Genius facrifice this Day,
Let common Meats respectfully give way.
Hafte to unload your Stomachs to receive
This Turbut, that for you did only live.
So long preserv'd to be Imperial Food,
Glad of the Net, and to be taken proud.
How fulsom this ! how gross! yet this takes well,
And the vain Prince with empty Pride does swell.
Nothing so monstrous can be said or feign’d,
But with Belief and Joy is entertain'd,
When to his Face the worthless Wretch is prais'd,
Whom vile Court-Flatt'ry to a God has rais’d.
But ob hard Fate! the Palace Stores no Dish
Afford, capacious of the mighty Filh.
To fage Debate are fummond all the Peers,
His trusty and much-bated Counsellors.
In whose pale Looks that ghastly Terror fat,
That haunts the dangerous Friendship of the Great.
13 The loud Liburnian that the Senate callid, Rum, run; he's set, he's set, no sooner bauld,
1 Tho' an humbler way, 12 The Fathers. The Senate There was a more stately Tem- always so call'd. Patres conple erected to Vesta at Rome by fcripti, Numa, than this at Alba, where 13 The loud Liburnian. Some the fame Ceremonies were say that of the People of this us'd.
Country, which is part of il
But with his Robe snatch'd up in haste, does come
Pegasus, 14 Bailiff of affrighted Rome.
What more were Præfects then? The Best he was,
And faithfullet Expounder of the Laws.
Yet in ill times thought all things manag'd best,
When Justice exercis'd her Sword the leag.
old Crispus next, Pleasant, tho' Old, appears;
His Wit nor Humour yielding to his Years :
His Temper mild, good Nature join'd with Sense,
And Manners charming as his Eloquence,
Who fitter for a useful Friend than he,
To the great Ruler of the Earth and Sea,
If as his Thoughts were just, his Tongue were free?
If it were safe to veat his Gen'rous Mind
To Rome's dire Plague, and Terror of Mankind,
If cruel Pow'r could softning Counsel bear ;
But what's fo tender as a Tyrant's Ear ?
With whom whoever, tho’a Fav'rite, spake,
At ev'ry Sentence set his Life at stake,
Tho' the Discourse were of no weightier things,
Than sultry Summers, or uphealthful Springs.
lyricum, the Romans made their than a Bailiff. Cryers, because of their loud Is Old Crispus, (Vibius Crif. Voices. Others take Liburnus pus.) This was he that made for the proper Name of one the known Jeft upon Domitian's Man.-- Liburnus that the Se- killing Flies. When one Day nate call'da
Domitian being alone in his 14 Pegasus, Bailiff. A Citi- Closet, and being ask’d, Whezen of Alba, a very learned ther there was any one left Lawyer, and Præfect or Chief within with the Emperor? He Magiftrate of Rome. He calls answer'd, No, not so much as bim here Bailiff : As if Rome a Fly. The Names and Chaby Domitian's Cruelty, had so ra&ters of most of these Senafar loft its Liberty and Privi- tors here mention'd may be leges, that it now was no better found in Suetonius's Life of than a Country Village, and fit Domitian, and in Tacitus. so be govern'd by no better