Martial, : the twelve books of Epigrams,.

BOOK TWO

LIX
THE BANQUETING-HALL
You know my name,' The little feasting hall '?
Take roses, unguents, wine, and feast withal;
But gaze with me at Caesar's dome which saith,
'A God was I-and died! Forget not death.'
* LX
TO HYLLUS
MY lad, it's a captain's good lady you're meeting,
Though you think if you're caught you'll get off with a beating.
He's a sword and he'll use it. ' Not legal '-you say.
Well, are they quite legal, your goings-on, pray?
LXI
CUM tibi uernarent dubia lanugine malae,
Lambebat medios improba lingua viros.
Postquam triste caput fastidia uispillonum
Et miseri meruit taedia carnificis,
Uteris ore aliter nimiaque aerugine captus
Adlatras nomen quod tibi cumque datur.
Haereat inguinibus potius tam noxia lingua:
Nam cum fellaret, purior illa fuit.
LXII
QUOD pectus, quod crura tibi, quod bracchia uellis,
Quod cincta est breuibus mentula tonsa pilis,
Hoc praestas, Labiene, tuae (quis nescit?) amicae.
Cui praestas, culum quod, Labiene, pilas?
LXIII
TO MILICHUS
YOUR capital was always small,
Yet in the mart you gave
The thousand pounds that made your all
To buy a pretty slave.
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