Martial, : the twelve books of Epigrams,.

BOOK SEVEN
Nor was it a dove such as Stella to-day
From his darling lanthis saw stolen awlay.
My girl is not taken by trifles so vain,
And the loss of a bird would not cause her much pain.
She has lost her pet page-boy who promised to be
In his virile appendage a real prodigy.
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ON A STATUE OF THE BOY ARGYNN;US
HAS Hylas fled the fountain's naiad queen,
Or who is this by Ianthis' waters seen?
Well is it that Alcides' shrine is nigh
And that he can these wanton waves espy.
Serve then thy spring, Argynnus, nor have care
Of amorous nymphs: the god himself beware.
XVI
A LIKELY CUSTO.llER
I'VE not a shilling left; what can I do
Save sell your presents? May I sell them you?
XVII
ON THE LIBRARY OF JULIUS 1IARTI.ILIS
FAR o'er the town thy window looks,
Fair library, nor hears its din:
Shrine of the graver Muse's books,
Can gay Thalia venture in?
Upon thy lowest shelf may stand
These seven scrolls of wit and mirth
Purged throughly by the author's hand'Tis this alone that gives them worthYet guard them well, be proud in them,
Though small my gift of love may be,
The world shall hail it as the gcm
Of Julius' far-famed library.
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