The Satires of Horace Book

I, i	Why is it, Maecenas, that no man's pleased	1
I, ii	Strippers, peddlars of elixirs, beggars	6
I, iii	All singers have this fault: if friends ask them	12
I, iv	Eupolis, Cratinus and Aristophanes	19
I, v	Just past Rome's thick shadow I and my friend	26
I, vi	Of all the Lydians who settled Tuscany	31
I, vii	How the halfbreed Persius got revenge	37
I, viii	Once I was a log, a worthless chunk of fig-wood	39
I, ix	I was ambling along the Via Sacra	42
I, x	It's true I said that Lucilius's poems	47
II, i	Horace: Some have complained my satires cut	53
II, ii	Friends, let's live and eat plainly. My neighbor	57
II. iii	Damasippus: You might strive to finish	63
II, iv	Horace: Catius, where are you rushing	67
II, v	Ulysses: A last question, Tiresias	71
II, vi	I prayed for this: a modest swatch of land	76
II, vii	Davus: I'm only a slave, but I've got ears	81
II, viii	Horace: How was your grand feast with the rich	86
	Notes to Satire II, vi	93
	Translating Horace's Satire II, vi	95
	A Note of Appreciation	100