SATYRA

Clamor arises; no female flute-player moans here.
These secret orgies were celebrated by those
Customary to exhaust the Cecropian Cotytto a goddess of debauchery with torches.
He, having touched his eyebrows with liquid soot
Obliquely using a needle, and paints his trembling
Eyes; he drinks from a glass priapus,
And fills a hairnet with huge golden hair,
Adorned in blue checkered or smooth yellow silks,
And swearing by Juno, while his servant swears by his master.
He holds the mirror, the equipment of the pathic Otho Emperor Otho, known for his effeminacy.
The spoil of the Auruncan actor, by which he saw himself
Armed when he was already ordering the standards to be raised;
3 A matter to be noted in the new annals, and in recent
History: a mirror, the baggage of a civil war.
It is, of course, the mark of a supreme leader to kill Galba,
And to care for his complexion, the consistency of a supreme citizen,
To affect the spoil of the palace on the field of Bedriacum,
And to spread bread pressed into his face with his fingers,
A thing which neither the quiver-bearing Semiramis in the Assyrian
World, nor mournful Cleopatra did in her Actian galley.
Here there is no shame in words, or reverence for the table.
Here is the foul liberty of Cybele, and of speaking with a broken voice,
And the fanatic old man with white hair,
The priest of the sacred rites, a rare and memorable example of a great
Throat, and a master to be hired.
What, however, do they expect, those for whom it was now time, according to the Phrygian
Manner, to cut away the superfluous flesh with knives?
Four hundred thousand sesterces did Gracchus give as a dowry
To a horn-player, or perhaps he had sung on a straight horn.
The tablets are signed. A huge, happy declaration.