“Sir, may I crave the favour to know if your name is not Jones?” To which the other answered, “That it was.”—“Proh deum atque hominum fidem!” says the barber;
Henry Fielding. The History of Tom Jones, A Foundling
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Talis ac tanta depravatio hujus seculi, O quirites, ut matresfamiliarum nostrae lascivas cujuslibet semiviri libici titillationes testibus ponderosis atque excelsis erectionibus centurionum Romanorum magnopere anteponunt.*
James Joyce. Ulysses.
*Such and so great is the depravity of our generation, O Citizens, that our materfamiliases greatly prefer the lascivious titillations of any barbaric half-man whomsoever to the ponderous testicles and extraordinary erections of Roman centurions.[1]
for all this silent service it seemed as if he loved not at all the master and little, if at all, the ends he served. Similiter atque senis baculus, he was, as the founder would have had him, like a staff in an old man’s hand, to be leaned on in the road at nightfall or in stress of weather, to lie with a lady’s nosegay on a garden seat, to be raised in menace.
James Joyce. A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man