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| − | ==Horace Satires 2.6.4-5==
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| − | It is well. Nothing more ample do I pray, O Maia's son, save that
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| − | You will make these my gifts last throughout my life.
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| − | ==Horace Satires 2.6.14-5==
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| − | May You, Mercurius, make plump the riches of my house and all else
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| − | there, spare my natural talents in any case, and as usual, may You
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| − | remain the primary guardian over me.
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| − | ==Horace Carmina 1.10.1-8; 20-24==
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| − | Mercurius, by Atlas born to Maia, God who fashioned our uncivilized
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| − | ancestors into cultured men of urbane speech and athletic bearing, to
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| − | You I sing, Messenger of the Gods and of mighty Jove, inventor of the
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| − | curved lyre, it pleases You to compose secret jokes and play pranks
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| − | skillfully. Gladly You restore pious souls to their proper places and
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| − | by the golden staff confine the trivial quarrel. Dear are You to the
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| − | Gods above and below.
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| − | ==Horace Carmina 3.11.1-8==
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| − | Mercurius, once You taught Amphion how to move dumb stones by the
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| − | power of song, and it was You who taught the tortoise shell to
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| − | resonate with seven well placed strings, once silent and now beloved
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| − | at monthly banquets and in temples, teach me now how to unstop Lyde's
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| − | obstinate ears.
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| − | ==Manilius Astronomicon 1.30ff ==
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| − | Mercurius Cyllenius, principle author of all sacred knowledge, at
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| − | times within Heaven, at other times travelling within the starry
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| − | signs to open the celestial paths to the highest parts above and the
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| − | lowest paths beneath the earth. You stitch together the stars in the
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| − | empty void of space into constellations, name them and determine
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| − | their course; may it have been for us to reverently use the greater
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| − | powers of the universe that You make, pondering them, not in all
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| − | matters, but in the potential of things in themselves, and to learn
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| − | of the divine plan set for the greatest nations.
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| − | ==Martial Epigrammata 7.74==
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| − | Mercury, Cyllene's Glory, Heaven's pride, Messenger with the clever
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| − | tongue, around whose golden staff the serpent coil, may it shine
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| − | brightly among the Gods. May You enjoy Your stolen loves, whether
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| − | You desire Venus or Ganymede, and on the Ides may Your Mother's altar
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| − | be adorned with laurels, and Your grandfather Atlas bear a lighter
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| − | load, if You will allow Norbana and Carpus, who met for the first
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| − | time today, to always celebrate their nuptials together. This a
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| − | pious master of the arts offer a gift to Your wisdom, this incense I
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| − | send to You, faithfully I pray, and faithfully also to Jupiter.
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| − | ==Ovid Fasti 5.447-8 ==
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| − | Advise me, Pleiad Maia's son, Mercurius, god of the venerated potent
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| − | staff, often have You seen the court of Stygian Jove.
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| − | ==Ovid Fasti 5.663-70==
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| − | Glorious Mercury, grandson of Atlas, be present here today as You
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| − | were once upon Arcadia's hill, a Pleiad's son by Jove. Arbiter in
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| − | peace and in arms among the Gods of the heavens above and on earth,
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| − | traveler on winged feet, You who enjoys the lyre and who takes
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| − | pleasure in whoever glistens with the wrestler's ointment, You who
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| − | has taught eloquent speech in all tongues, for You on the Ides of
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| − | May, the Fathers once dedicated a sacred shrine near the Circus and
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| − | named this day ever after to be Your feast day.
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| − | ==Ovid Fasti 5.681-90==
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| − | (O Mercury) whether I have falsely called You to bear witness in the
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| − | past, or deceitfully called upon Jupiter not to hear my empty
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| − | promises, or if there is some other god or goddess that I knowingly
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| − | deceived, wash away my past perjuries, wash away yesterday's
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| − | perfidious words, and allow me new perjuries to make when the new day
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| − | dawns, and make the gods be indifferent to my lies. Grant that I may
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| − | profit, grant joy in making a profit, grant that I may enjoy once
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| − | more swindling my customers with deceitful words.
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| − | ==Persius Satires 2.45 ==
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| − | Lusting for wealth you slay an ox and call to Mercurius, "Grant that
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| − | my Penates may fortunately prosper. Grant that my flocks and herds
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| − | may be fertile."
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| − | ==Plautus Asinaria 545-6 ==
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| − | Praise and thanks we ought justly to give to the great god of
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| − | treachery (Mercurius), for surely there is no end in sight to our own
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| − | slanderous ways, our deceitfulness or our slyness.
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| − | ==Plautus Stichus 402-5==
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| − | Thanks be to Neptunus and the Tempestates, for returning me safely
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| − | home again, my venture a success! And also to Mercurius, who helped
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| − | me in my mercantile affairs and quadrupled my fortune with profit.
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