The Satire of Seneca on the Apotheosis of Claudius; Commonly Called the Apokolokynt Sis

The Satire of Seneca on the Apotheosis of Claudius; Commonly Called the Apokolokynt Sis

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1902 edition. Excerpt: ... should make citizens out of the few that are left outside--for he had made up his mind to see everybody, Greeks, Gauls, Spaniards, Britons, wearing togas. However, since it is perhaps a good thing to have =3 few foreigners left as a nucleus, and since you wish it, it shall be attended to." Thcn she opened a bandbox and brought out three spindles; one was that of Augurinus, the next was Baba's, the third Claudius'. "I will have these three die at short intervals within a year," she said, "and not send him off unattended. For it isn't right that one who has been in the habit of seeing so many thousands of people following him about, going ahead of him, and all around him, should all of a sudden be left alone. For a while he will be satisfied with these boon-companions." Thus having spoken she wound up the thread on 4 his spindle neglected, Breaking off the royal days of his stupid existence. Lachesis, waiting meanwhile, with tresses charmingly ordered, Crowning the locks on her brow with a wreath of Pierian. laurel, Drew from a snowy fleece white strands which, cleverly fashioned, Under her artful fingers began with new colors to glisten: --' Spun to a thread that drew the admiring gaze of her sisters. Changed was the common wool, until as a metal most precious, Golden the age that was winding down in that beautiful fillet. Ceaselessly they too labored; and bringing the finest of fleeces, Gayly they filled her hands, for sweet was the duty allotted. She, in her eagerness, hastened the work, nor was conscious of effort; Lightly the soft strands fell from the whirling point of her spindle, 1 Passing the life of Tithonus, passing the lifetime of Nestor. Phoebus came with his singing, and, happy more

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  • Paperback | 62 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 3mm | 127g
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236806824
  • 9781236806826