Martial, : the twelve books of Epigrams,.

MARTIAL'S EPIGRAMS
XXXIII
'GIVE ME FAIR AMARYLLIS'
I'D choose a maiden gently born;
But if it may not be,
A slave-born maid I would not scorn
Whose lord had set her free.
Or e'en a serving-wench at worst,
If these my love rebuff;
Nay, I would choose the bond-maid first,
If she were fair enough.
XXXIV
TO CHIONE
YOU'RE cold as snow-Ah, Chione,
Your name and nature thus agree;
Yet is that name unfitting tooFor how can snow be dark like you?
XXXV
ON.4 BAS-RELIEF
THEY'RE Pheidias' fish, engraved by him,
Add water-and behold they swim.
* XXXVI
TO FABIANUS.
THE duties you claim from a friend newly made
You expect, Fabianus, by me should be paid.
To come every morning my patron to greet,
And follow your chair in the cold muddy street,
To be with you still at the close of the day,
When you bathe at Agrippa's, right out of my way,
And I bathe with Titus. Is this my reward
For thirty long years of attentive regard?
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