[908] _Amplior._ Tac., Ann., xi., 21, "oblata ei species muliebris ultra modum humanum." Suet., Aug., 94.
[909] _Cogitque fateri._ The idea is probably from Lucret., v., 1157, "Quippe ubi se multei per somnia sæpe loquenteis, Aut morbo deliranteis protraxe ferantur Et celata diu in medium peccata dedisse."
[910] _Quum tonat._ Suet., Calig., 51, "Nam qui deos tantopere contemneret, ad minima tonitrua et fulgura connivere, caput obvolvere; ad vero majora proripere se e strato, sub lectumque condere, solebat."
[911] _Murmure._ Lucret., v., 1218, "Cui non conrepunt membra pavore Fulminis horribili cum plaga torrida tellus Contremit et magnum percurrunt murmura cœlum? Non populei gentesque tremunt."
[912] _Cadai._ "Quæque cadent in te fulmina missa putes." Ov., Her., vii., 72. Pind., Nem., vi., 90, ζάκοτον ἔγχος. Hor., i., Od. iii., 40, "Iracunda Jovem ponere fulmina."
"Where'er the lightning strikes, the flash is thought Judicial fire, with heaven's high vengeance fraught." Badham.
"Oh! 'tis not chance, they cry; this hideous crash Is not the war of winds, nor this dread flash The encounter of dark clouds, but blasting fire, Charged with the wrath of heaven's insulted sire!" Gifford.
[914] _Galli._ Cf. xii., 89, 96. Plin., x., 21, 56. Plat., Phæd., 66.
"Can pardoning heaven on guilty sickness smile? Or is there victim than itself more vile?" Badham.
[916] _Mobilis._ Sen., Ep. 47, "Hoc habent inter cætera boni mores, placent sibi ac permanent: levis est malitia, sæpe mutatur, non in melius, sed in aliud."
[917] _Natura._ Hor., i., Ep. x., 24, "Naturam expellas furca tamen usque recurret."
[918] _Ruborem._ Mart., xi., Ep. xxvii., 7, "Aut cum perfricuit frontem posuitque pudorem."
"Vice once indulged, what rogue could e'er restrain? Or what bronzed cheek has learn'd to blush again?" Hodgson.
[919] _Rupem._ Cf. i., 73, "aliquid brevibus Gyaris et carcere dignum." vi., 563.
"Or hurried off to join the wretched train Of exiled great ones in the Ægean main." Gifford.
[920] _Fatebere._ Cf. Psalm lviii., 9, 10.
[921] _Tiresiam._ Soph., Œd. T. Ovid, Met., iii., 322, _seq._
There are very many things, Fuscinus,[922] that both deserve a bad name, and fix a lasting spot on a fortune otherwise splendid, which parents themselves point the way to, and inculcate upon their children. If destructive gambling[923] delights the sire, the heir while yet a child plays[924] too; and shakes the selfsame weapons in his own little dice-box. Nor will that youth allow any of his kin to form better hopes of him who has learned to peel truffles,[925] to season a mushroom,[926] and drown beccaficas[927] swimming in the same sauce, his gourmand sire with his hoary gluttony[928] showing him the way. When his seventh[929] year has past over the boy's head, and all his second teeth are not yet come, though you range a thousand bearded[930] philosophers on one side of him, and as many on the other, still he will be ever longing to dine in sumptuous style, and not degenerate from his sire's luxurious kitchen.