THIRTEEN SATIRES OF JUVENAL

SATIRES OF JUVENAL

TRANSLATED INTO ENGLISH

BY

S. G. OWEN M.A.,

STUDENT AND TUTOR OF CHRIST CHURCH OXFORD
EDITOR OF OVID'S TRISTIA AND CATULLUS

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Poet and preacher, thou whose clamorous rage
Strove to abase the haughty doers of crime,
And with the nimble scalpel of thy rime
To excise the ulcers of a festering age;
Thy heart was toward things holy; in thy page
Is writ the praise of justice for all time,

And grim reproof of lechery, whose rank slime Defiled men's lives, heaven's rightful appanage. Thou livest yet: to scorn death's phantom fears, Nor for life's sake to lose life's fountainhead Honour, is still thy cry; thy pitiful tears

Are still for suffering men down-trodden shed; Still thunders through the multitudinous years The glory of thy voice that is not dead.

S. G. O.