Martial, : the twelve books of Epigrams,.

BOOK SEVEN

* LIX
TO TITUS
WHEN Caecilian dines, a boar's always on view.
It's the one guest he has-and a proper one too.
* LX
TO JUPITER CAPITOLINUS
0 SACRED ruler of Tarpeia's hall,
Whom, while our chief is safe, we Thunderer call;
Let other men to thee petition make
And ask that they thy gifts divine may take;
But be not wroth with me if naught I crave,
Nor bounty for myself desire to have.
For Caesar all my prayers are made to heaven:
From Caesar all I need is freely given.
* LXI
THE OPEN-AIR IMARKET
BOLD hucksters had seized on the roads all about,
The contents of each shop you would see inside out,
Till the Emperor told them to beat a retreat,
And what was an alley made once more a street.
No cups chained to pillars to-day are allowed,
No barbers ply razors unseen in the crowd,
No longer through mud do our magistrates stray,
No longer do cookshops spread out o'er the way
Within doors butcher, barber, cook, vintner remain:
Rome was one big bazaar; she's herself now again.
LXII
RECLUSIS foribus grandes percidis, Ainillc,
Et te deprendi, cum facis ista, cupis,
Ne quid liberti narrent seruique paterni
Et niger obliqua garrulitate cliens.
Non pedicari se qui testatur, Amille,
Illud saepe facit quod sine teste facit.
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