From the Satires of Juvenal, Book IV, Satire X, as posted in Wikipedia:
orandum est ut sit mens sana in corpore sano.
fortem posce animum mortis terrore carentem,
qui spatium uitae extremum inter munera ponat
naturae, qui ferre queat quoscumque labores,
nesciat irasci, cupiat nihil et potiores
Herculis aerumnas credat saeuosque labores
et uenere et cenis et pluma Sardanapalli.
monstro quod ipse tibi possis dare; semita certe
tranquillae per uirtutem patet unica uitae.
(10.356-64)
I will try to translate if I can find some time. Might come in handy for the session I will be leading at RSA.
From the second canto of Kavikanthabharanam by Kshemendra
With his own
eyes a poet
observes the shape of a leaf.
He knows how to make
people laugh
and studies the nature of each living thing.
The features of ocean and mountain,
the movement of sun, moon and stars.
His thoughts turn with the seasons.
He travels among different people
learning their landscapes,
learning their languages.
Thy shadow, Earth, from Pole to Central Sea,
Now steals along upon the Moon’s meek shine
In even monochrome and curving line
Of imperturbable serenity.
How shall I link such sun-cast symmetry
With the torn troubled form I know as thine,
That profile, placid as a brow divine,
With continents of moil and misery?
And can immense Mortality but throw
So small a shade, and Heaven’s high human scheme
Be hemmed within the coasts yon arc implies?
Is such the stellar gauge of earthly show,
Nation at war with nation, brains that teem,
Heroes, and women fairer than the skies?
The BBC reports that the issues are related to financial fraud:
Lou Pearlman, the man behind boy bands ‘N Sync and the Backstreet Boys, is set to plead guilty to a $300m (£152m) fraud scheme, prosecutors have said.
[…]
The Backstreet Boys and ‘N Sync eventually sued him, claiming he was siphoning large amounts of money from them. The cases were later settled, but the terms were not disclosed.
Frankly I think a case could be made for lyric and tone fraud as well, but maybe it was not entirely Pearlman’s fault:
Keepin it inside, it’s killing me
Cause all I ever wanted comes right down to you (to you)
I wish that I could find the words to say
Baby I would tell you, every time you leave
I’m inconsolable
Um, brokenhearted?
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