It is not at all certain that this inscription refers to the poet Juvenal. It should be added that the praenomen of the donor D. No one knows his own house so well as I know the groves of Mars, and the cave of Vulcan near the cliffs of Aeolus. Sooner com- pel her to be satisfied with one eye! The poor man's crushed corpse disappears, just like his soul.
What poor man ever gets a legacy, or is appointed assessor to an aedile? There is none of us who does not smile at their folly, since, certainly, it was ridiculous to place such a covering before the eyes of God. Atqui expendere debebant, non minorem fuisse in oculis et auribus verecundiae causam, quam in parte genitali, quae peccato nondum foedata erat: Only, lest sadness and horror should overwhelm us, the Lord sprinkles everywhere the tokens of his goodness. Yet it is not our part to expostulate with the earth for not answering to our wishes, and to the labors of its cultivators as if it were maliciously frustrating our purpose; but in its sterility let us mark the anger of Gods and mourn over our own sins.
Full text of "Juvenal and Persius. With an English translation by G.G. Ramsay"
The old interpreter thus renders God's address: If he admonishes in words, he is not heard; if he adds stripes, it avails but little; when it happens that he is heard, the flesh nevertheless perversely spurns the admonition. There is no end to their wicked deeds. In due time she washes off the layers with asses' milk, and the face can be recognised as a face instead of as a. They are mistaken who think this also to be an irony; as if God were denying that the tree would prove advantageous to man, even though he might eat of it; for he rather, by depriving him of the symbol, takes also away the thing signified. The question, however, is not yet solved, why Moses has kept back the name of Satan. Next comes a Jewish hag, leaving her basket and her hay, who whispers secrets into her ear, expounding the holy laws of her tribe:
That dowry bought liberty for her: She was peaceful, prosperous, and contented ; the fiery spirit of the old Republican days gradually died away, and the majority of the citizens, finding that servility was the surest road to advancement, " pre- ferred the security of the present to the hazards of the past. Where find that freedom of our forefathers to write whatever the burning soul desired? Let Artorius live there, and carrying the water of the Aqua Marcia. In the hurry to be rich no law is regai-ded, no crime stops the way.