But that day he was really hoarse.

In the night he had placed leaden weights on his chest, but that had not helped in any way.

He was thinking even to go to Antium, to breathe the sea air.
Lucan implored him in the name of art and humanity.

All knew that the divine poet and singer had composed a new hymn to Venus, compared with which Lucretius's hymn was as the howl of a yearling wolf.

Let that feast be a genuine feast.