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Opici mures.
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Cosmetics used or invented by Poppæa Sabina, of whom Tacitus says,
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Huic mulieri cuncta alia fuere præter honestum animum, Ann., xiii., 45. She was of surpassing beauty and insatiable ambition: married first to Rufus Crispinus, a knight whom she quitted for Otho. Nero became enamored of her, and sent Otho into Lusitania, where he remained ten years. (Cf. Suet., Otho, 3. Clinton, F. R., a. 58.) Four years after he put away Octavia, banished her to Pandataria, and forced her to make away with herself, and her head was brought to Rome to be gazed upon by Poppæa, whom he had now married, A.D. 62. Cf. Tac., Ann., xiv., 64. Poppæa bore him a child next year, whom he called Augusta, but she died before she was four months old, to his excessive grief. Cf. xv., 23. Three years after,
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Poppæa mortem obiit, fortuitâ mariti iracundiâ, à quo gravida ictu calcis adflicta est.
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Unde Poppæa uxor Neronis, quocunque ire contigisset secum sexcentas asellas ducebat.
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Can it be call'd a face, so poulticed o'er? By heavens, an ulcer it resembles more!
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But tell me yet, this thing thus daub'd and oil'd, Thus poulticed, plaster'd, baked by turns and boil'd; Thus with pomatums, ointments, lackered o'er, Is it a face, Ursidius, or a sore?
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Nodosam post hæc frangebat vertice vitem. The climax here is not correctly observed, according to Horace.
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Ne scuticâ dignum horribili sectere flagello: Nam, ut ferula cædas meritum majora subire Verbera non vereor. I., Sat. iii., 119. The _scutica_ was probably like the
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The diary of the household expenses.
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Beats while she paints her face, surveys her gown, Casts up the day's accounts, and still beats on.
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Fanum Isidis.... Notior Aufidio mœchus celebrare solebas.
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So high she builds her head, she seems to be, View her in front, a tall Andromache; But walk all round her, and you'll quickly find She's not so great a personage behind!
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Yet not a pigmy--were she, she'd be right To wear the buskin and increase her height; To gain from art what nature's stint denies, Nor lightly to the kiss on tip-toes rise.
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And save that daily she insults his friends, Provokes his servants, and his fortune spends, As a mere neighbor she might pass through life, And ne'er be once mistaken for his wife.
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from ξηρὸς, siccus, ἄμπελος, vitis,
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