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The most humourous Character in Horace is founded upon this Unevenness of Temper and Irregularity of Conduct. ... Sardus habebat Ille Tigellius hoc: Caesar qui cogere posset Si peteret per amicitiam patris, atque suam, non Quidquam proficeret: Si collibuisset, ab ovo Usque ad mala citaret, Io Bacche, modo summa Voce, modo hac, resonat quae; chordis quatuor ima.
"Oh!" exclaimed Antinous, joyfully clapping his hands. "Evoe Bacche!" cried Hadrian, tossing up his cup that stood on his table. "You are free till this evening, Mastor, and you my boy, go and talk to Pollux, the sculptor. He shall be our guide and he will provide us with wreaths and some mad disguise. I must see drunken men, I must laugh with the jolliest before I am Caesar again.
"Oh!" exclaimed Antinous, joyfully clapping his hands. "Evoe Bacche!" cried Hadrian, tossing up his cup that stood on his table. "You are free till this evening, Mastor, and you my boy, go and talk to Pollux, the sculptor. He shall be our guide and he will provide us with wreaths and some mad disguise. I must see drunken men, I must laugh with the jolliest before I am Caesar again.
Quo me, Bacche, rapis tui plenum truly I shall be tipsy and will but finish my pattypan dulce periculum est Jacob can there be two Jacobs? and two old Toms? nay mirabile dictu there are two young Toms, and two dog Tommies each with two tails. Bacche, parce precor precor Jacob, where art thou?
"I agree to that," responded Tholomyes. And, refilling his glass, he rose. "Glory to wine! Nunc te, Bacche, canam! Pardon me ladies; that is Spanish. And the proof of it, senoras, is this: like people, like cask.
Carlotta is in the wine, Carlotta with her sorcery and her laughter and her youth, and I drink Carlotta. "Quo me rapis Bacche pienum tui?" To such a land of dreams, my one-eyed friend, as never before have I visited. You yawn? You are bored? I shoot the dregs of my glass into his distended jaws.
"Oh!" exclaimed Antinous, joyfully clapping his hands. "Evoe Bacche!" cried Hadrian, tossing up his cup that stood on his table. "You are free till this evening, Mastor, and you my boy, go and talk to Pollux, the sculptor. He shall be our guide and he will provide us with wreaths and some mad disguise. I must see drunken men, I must laugh with the jolliest before I am Caesar again.
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