Shackles, whips, work in the mill:  frightful cruelty gets to
      be more frightful.

  converrite[1] scopis, agite strenue III (VI)

      Sweep (it) up with your brooms:  come, be lively.

  ecquis evocat IV (VII)
  cum nassiterna et cum aqua istum impurissimum?

      Some one call out that vile wretch with a big pail and some
      water.

  sicut lacte lactis similest V (VIII)

      As much alike as two drops of milk are.

  Bacch.
  illa mi cognominis fuit VI (III)

      She had the same name as myself

  latro suam qui auro vitam venditat VII (IX)

      A mercenary who sells his life for gold.

  scio spiritum eius maiorem esse multo VIII (X)
  quam folles taurini habent, cum liquescunt
  petrae, ferrum ubi fit.

      I’m sure his breathing’s much louder than the puffs from a
      bull’s-hide bellows when they’re melting rocks at the iron-works.

  Cuiatis tibi visust?  IX (XI)
  Praenestinum opino esse, ita erat gloriosus.
  neque id haud subditiva gloria oppidum arbitror.

      Where does he come from, do you think? 
      Praeneste, probably, to judge from his boasting. 
      I don’t think the town’s fame is at all supposititious.

  Puer.
  ne a quoquam acciperes alio mercedem annuam, X (XVII)
  nisi ab sese, nec cum quiquam limares caput.

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      Not to let you take a yearly fee from anyone else but him,
      or rub heads with anyone.

  limaces viri XI (XVIII)

      Slugs of men.

  cor meum, spes mea, XII (XIII)
  mel meum, suavitudo, cibus, gaudium.

      My heart, my hope, my honey, sweetness, food delight.

  sine te amem XIII (XIV)

      Do let me love you

  Cupidon tecum saevust anne Amor?  XIV (XIX)

      Is it Cupid, or Love, raging within you?

Vlixem audivi fuisse aerumnosissimum, XV (I) qui annis viginti errans a patria afuit; verum hic adulescens multo Vlixem anteit[2] qui ilico errat intra muros civicos.

They say Ulysses had an awfully hard time of it, away from home as he was for twenty years, wandering round.  But this young gentleman is a long way ahead of Ulysses with his wandering round here inside the city walls.

  quidquid est nomen sibi XVI (II)