Martial, : the twelve books of Epigrams,.

BOOK EIGHT

XLI
TWO SORROWS
So he is 'sorry not to send
His New Year gift '-I wonder now
In what sense he's a sorry friend.
He makes me sorry anyhow.
XLII
TO MA THO
SEEK you a richer patron? Many do
For these can give them larger doles, it's true.
Yet mine will give a hundred baths to you:
The best of luxuries is cheapest too.
XLIII
DI4,AMOND CUT DIAMOND
HE poisons wives, she husbands by the dozen,
With Pluto's torch the marriage-god they cozen
Unite them, Venus, in the marriage tether,
So death shall carry off the two together.
* XLIV
TO TITULLUS
LIVE, my Titullus, live. 'Tis still too late
In boyhood to begin; and yet you wait
Though age has come, and waste the precious days
Cooling your heels attendant at levees.
Through the three forums where the mud spurts at you,
Past Mavors' shrine and great Augustus' statue,
We see you rush each morn from nine to noon
Wet with the slobberings of all the town.
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