TO MAECENAS.

A brazen tower, and doors of oak, and the melancholy watch of wakeful

dogs, had sufficiently defended the imprisoned Danae from midnight

gallants, had not Jupiter and Venus laughed at Acrisius, the anxious

keeper of the immured maiden: [for they well knew] that the way would be

safe and open, after the god had transformed himself into a bribe. Gold

delights to penetrate through the midst of guards, and to break through

stone-walls, more potent than the thunderbolt. The family of the Grecian

augur perished, immersed in destruction on account of lucre. The man of

Macedon cleft the gates of the cities and subverted rival monarchs by

bribery. Bribes enthrall fierce captains of ships. Care, and a thirst

for greater things, is the consequence of increasing wealth. Therefore,

Maecenas, thou glory of the [Roman] knights, I have justly dreaded to

raise the far-conspicuous head. As much more as any man shall deny

himself, so much more shall he receive from the gods. Naked as I am, I

seek the camps of those who covet nothing; and as a deserter, rejoice to

quit the side of the wealthy: a more illustrious possessor of a

contemptible fortune, than if I could be said to treasure up in my

granaries all that the industrious Apulian cultivates, poor amid

abundance of wealth. A rivulet of clear water, and a wood of a few

acres, and a certain prospect of my good crop, are blessings unknown to

him who glitters in the proconsulship of fertile Africa: I am more

happily circumstanced. Though neither the Calabrian bees produce honey,

nor wine ripens to age for me in a Formian cask, nor rich fleeces

increase in Gallic pastures; yet distressful poverty is remote; nor, if

I desired more, would you refuse to grant it me. I shall be better able

to extend my small revenues, by contracting my desires, than if I could

join the kingdom of Alyattes to the Phrygian plains. Much is wanting to

those who covet much. 'Tis well with him to whom God has given what is

necessary with a sparing hand.

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