Note 291 — JUVENAL'S SATIRES. (continued 2)

"Can it be call'd a face, so poulticed o'er? By heavens, an ulcer it resembles more!" Hodgson. "But tell me yet, this thing thus daub'd and oil'd, Thus poulticed, plaster'd, baked by turns and boil'd; Thus with pomatums, ointments, lackered o'er, Is it a face, Ursidius, or a sore?" Gifford.