Martial, : the twelve books of Epigrams,.

BOOK FIVE
To you indebted more than me
And free from all anxiety,
When yours and wise Secundus' file
Has chastened its defects of style.
LXXXI
LIKE TO LIKE
GOLD only draws to gold, so it is plain,
If you are poor, that poor you will remain.
* LXXXII
TO GA URUS
WHY yesterday promise two thousand, my friend,
When to-day you can't even a bare hundred lend?
' You can, but you won't '-that's the worst cut of all.
You're a paltry curmudgeon; and damn you withal.
LXXXIII
THE OLD STORY
FOLLOW, and I shall flee,
Fly, I shall follow thee;
Such is the bent
Of love's perversity;
Denial draweth me,
But not assent.
LXXXIV
TO GALLA
RELUCTANT urchins leave their play
Their clamorous pedagogue to face,
And rattling dice-boxes betray
The fevered gambler's lurking place,
Haled from his lair in sorry case,
For now the feast its course has run,
Abject he seeks the aedile's grace,
The Saturnalia are done.
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