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You who read of Oedipus, of Thyestes deserted by the sun, of the Colchian princess (Medea), and of the Scyllas, of what do you read but fabulous wonders? O fountains! 1 Marcus was the name both of the giver and the receiver of the present. If my little books contain anything gentle and graceful, if my page teems with pleasing terms of eulogy, you think them insipid; and when I offer you the choicest bits of a Laurentian boar, you prefer to gnaw the bones. With you I should delight even in a tent of the Libyan desert, or a hut of the savage Scythian. Book 10. A new selection translated by Gideon Nisbet. If that Mucius, whom we lately beheld in the arena in the morning, and who thrust his hand into the blaring fire, appears to you to be a man of patience, fortitude, and endurance, you have no more sense than the people of Let rich men now vie in the munificence of their offerings. But do you, venerable father, in gratitude for such a boon, secure your iron gates with a perpetual bolt.1. The greater portion of mankind laugh at such tears, and yet at heart are like him. A miserable sportula of a hundred farthings would then have brought us together; that is, she proposed to accept it; but I told her I had bestowed it on my slave. Your seventh wife, Phileros, is now being buried in your field. You see with whom he has to share his couch. TO THE READER, ON PUBLISHING A SECOND  Why do you swear, Lesbia, that you were born in the consulship of Brutus? Nevertheless you did not dine well; a mullet of four pounds' weight, which you purchased, was the chief dish, the very crown of your repast. Martial, Epigrams. 70. May I perish if you are worthy to hand a chamber-vessel to Pylades, or to feed Pirithous's pigs. To these will be added a chicken; and a ham which has already appeared at table three times. May December be dreary to him, and the dripping winter and close cell prolong the cheerless cold. You defer enjoyment, but Atropos does not at the same time lay aside her spindle, and every passing hour is placed to your account. The dish which you were wont to present to me, Sextilianus, at the Saturnalia, you have bestowed on your mistress: and with the price of my toga, which you used to give me on the first of March, you have bought her a green dinner robe. I, Macer, shall go among the Celts and the fierce Iberians, with deep regret for the loss of your companionship. LXXI. University of Otago. When my Caecuban wine is poured out for me by an attendant of yours, more delicate than the Idaean Ganymede, than whom neither your daughter, nor your wife, nor; your mother, nor your sister, recline more elegantly attired at table, would you have me rather look at your dress, and your old citron-wood furniture, and your Indian ivories? Martial, the father of the epigram, was one of the brilliant provincial poets who made their literary mark on first-century Rome. Were Aeolus ever to send a storm, the table, still sure of its provision, might laugh at his railings; for the native fish-pool protects the turbot and the pike; delicate lampreys swim up to their master; delicious mullet obey the call of the keeper, and the old carp come forth at the sound of his voice. Bohn's Classical Library (1897) BOOK I. He is eager and insistent, begs her, gives her presents. (Loeb Classical Library No. feet, as if each syllable were a foot. PROVINCE OF DALMATIA. Marius neither asks any one to dinner, nor sends presents, nor becomes security for any one, nor is willing to lend; indeed he has nothing to lend. sufficed for both funerals." Whoever you are that, after me, shall rule over these lands, render annual presents to her gentle shade. About two or three months later, so far from refusing this sum, she herself lowered her demand to four gold pieces. How many days at Formiae does the year allot to him, closely chained as he is to the pursuits of the city? LXXXIX. Let all husbands, who would please only one wife, read Sulpicia. Were I to kiss you rather eagerly five times or so, I should become bearded, Dindymus, from the spoil of your lips. In your judgment Cinna was a greater poet than Virgil. with what superior grace! Nor has the fishing-line to seek its victim far out at sea; but the fish may be seen beneath the pellucid waters, seizing the line as it drops from the chamber or the couch. Far from my little books be such foul fame; books which the fairest reputation bears aloft on unsullied wing. Your reason for not coming to Rome during so long a period is, I suspect, lest you should have to drink your own wine. In his epigrams, Martial (c. 40-c. 103 CE) is a keen, sharp-tongued observer of Roman scenes and events, including the new Colosseum, country life, a debauchee's banquet, and the eruption of Vesuvius. My bailiff's wife has brought me mallows, to aid digestion, and other treasures of the garden; among them are lettuces and leeks for slicing; nor is mint, the antidote to flatulence, or stimulant elecampane, wanting. To these years (provided it be for my good) add at my entreaty, I beseech you, twice nine more, so that I may descend to the groves of the Elysian queen while still undisabled with protracted old age, yet having accomplished the three stages of life. ON A STATUE OF JUNO BY POLYCLETUS. These gratifications provided for your masters, are enjoyed by you. The Tyrian bull 1 now looks back on the constellation of the ram of Phryxus,2 and the winter flees from Castor, visible alternately with his brother.3 The country smiles; the earth resumes its verdure, the trees their foliage; and plaintive Philomel renews her strain. I ask not as the reward of my little books (for what indeed are they worth?) A letter from my eloquent friend has brought with it a pleasing token of his friendship, an imposing present of a Roman toga; a toga not such as Fabricius, but as Apicius, would have been glad to wear; or as the knight Maecenas, the friend of Augustus, might have chosen, it would have been of less value in my estimation had any other person been the giver; it is not by every hand that a propitious sacrifice may be offered. ... 10. Oxford World’s Classics. LXVI. But if you are not a fraction the better for all my sufferings, all these tortures inflicted on a free man, show some indulgence, On your birth-day, Diodorus, the senate and a great many knights sit as guests at your table; and your sportula is a largess of no less than thirty sesterces to each person. Petit Gemellus nuptias Maronillae. The past ten years have seen a resurgence of interest in Martial's writings. With Sulpicia as fellow-student, or as an instructress, Sappho might have been more learned, and more chaste; and had cruel Phaon seen both at the same time, he would rather have fallen in love with Sulpicia. 2 See Ep. MACER, SETTING OUT FOR HIS  Ladon, a boatman on the Tiber, bought himself when grown old, a bit of land on the banks of his beloved stream. sad misfortune! "Yet I have given my friend," say you, "five thousand Oh happy nights and hours, how joyfully has each been marked with the precious pearls of the Indian shore! This newly translated selection is as punchy and close to the knuckle as the originals. sesterces, you refused me, though your overstocked cash-box could not contain your hoards. Of what advantage to you is the story of the rape of Hylas, or of Parthenopaeus, or of Atys, or of the sleeper Endymion? The foregoing elegant Epigram has also been translated by Fletcher, Fenton, Cowley, Somervile, Hay, Elphinston, the Anonymous translator of 1695, and the author or the Ms. of the 16th Century. (Doctoral thesis). Start studying Martial, Epigrams 10.20. Comp. Schoolmaster, be indulgent to your simple scholars; if you would have many a long-haired youth resort to your lectures, and the class seated round your critical table love you. Shall I salute as lord and king every one who honours me with a look? domain. Alas, how besotted, Rome, are the wearers of your toga! Let him who has been charged with drunkenness and midnight brawling present a dinner-robe to his defender. There you will see a glittering statue of Orpheus on the top of a perfume-sprinkled theatre, surrounded by beasts wondering at his music; and among them the royal bird which carried off Ganymede for the Thunderer. OF AN UGLY WIFE. With a sly shaft he shot his dowried wife. Sixty years of married life were gently closed in one and the same night; a single pyre After the tenth hour, I go fatigued to the bath, and to get my hundred farthings.1 What time have I, Potitus, for writing a book? Book 10 is notable because it is the only one in which Martial explicitly calls attention to a reproduction. While the lightly-piled funeral pyre was being supplied with paper to kindle it; while the desolate wife was buying myrrh and lavender; when the grave, the bier, the corpse-anointer, were all ready, Numa made me his heir, and forthwith recovered. Epigrams 10.6 and 10.7, having been compared to other epigrams within the same book, are used to date the second edition sometime after the proclamation of the new emperor in 98 CE. May your works receive similar praise! Pylades never gave anything to Orestes: a man who gives to his friend, however much, withholds still more. Torquatus has built splendid warm baths of variegated marble; Otacilius erects a basin. You are not above this office yourself and you even struggle for the distinction of walking foremost through the midst of the mud. XXXVII. Munna solicited Caesar for the rights of a teacher of three scholars; though he had always been accustomed to teach only two1. Martial Epigrams 1 10 Hi there. He demands the customary jokes, and cheerful verses; and complains that he no longer hears my jests. Martial thought so, too." XXIV. If I seem to be a book of undue size, with my end too much delayed, read only a small portion of me; I shall then be to you but a little book. Martial Epigrams 7 10 Hi there. Martial's epigrams target every level of Roman society, from slave to aristocrat. At Formiae the surface of the ocean is but gently crisped by the breeze; and though tranquil, is ever in motion, and bears along the painted skiff under the influence of a gale as gentle as that wafted by a maiden's fan when she is distressed by heat. But may you at length be restored to your Sabine estate, long to remain there, and remember yourself among your friends! Gideon Nisbet (2015) Oxford Classical Texts: M. Val. Written with satiric wit and a talent for the memorable phrase, the poems in this collection record the broad spectacle of shows in the new arena. TO HIS FELLOW TOWNSMEN OF BILBILIS. Ed. The trio of authors have tackled an ambitious (and perhaps at first blush daft) project of producing “a dictionary” comprising data about every character mentioned by name or implicitly referenced within the entirety of Martial… Such was Marcus Antonius Primus in the prime of life; in this portrait the old man sees himself in his youth. Let the antiquary present you with a work from the chisel of Phidias. Gemellus is a-wooing Maronilla. Wise simplicity, plain fare: Rare integrity and the love of justice will accompany you, and modesty follow in the train. This, Polla, is making a wife of your husband. ON THE BIRTH-DAY OF RESTITUTUS,  Do you ask, Caedicianus, whose lineaments are traced in this picture, which I am adorning with roses and violets? Almo has none but eunuchs about him, and is himself impotent; yet he complains that his wife Polla produces him nothing. Should you even admit that, you would seem to say falsely; for, judging by your decrepitude, you must have been formed by the hand of Prometheus. Login or signup free. But the hairs disperse, and return to their own place with every gust of wind; flanking your bare pole on either side with crude tufts. Munatius Gallus, more simple in manners than the Sabines of old, more virtuous than the Athenian sage (Socrates), so may the chaste Venus bless your union, and give you to inherit the noble mansion of your father-in-law, as you exculpate me from having written any verses, tinged with foul malice, which malevolence may have attributed to me; and as you insist that no poet, who is read, composes such verses. that you, Scorpus, should be cut off in the flower of your youth, and be called so prematurely to harness the dusky steeds of Pluto. The charming Tivoli, the birth-place of his virtuous wife, is not to him so attractive, neither are the retreats of Tusculum, or Algidus, or Praeneste, or Antium. 1 Marked with white stones, with which the Romans distinguished auspicious days. servants are permitted by their master to eat? Thence a chariot will take you, and, carried swiftly along, you will see the lofty Bilbilis, and your dear Salo, after the fifth change of carriages. After such a Nestor's existence, I will not ask for a single day more. Epigrams Book I 9. Examination of these features is fundamental towards understanding Martial's literary objectives in Book 10. This thesis represents the first full-scale commentary on Book 10 of Martial's Epigrams. It is now thirty-four years that you have presented your rural offerings to Ceres without me; meanwhile I have been dwelling within the beautiful walls of imperial Rome, and the Italian clime has changed the colour of my hair. It was not permitted us to moisten your parching lips with our tears, nor to place rich incense on your sad pyre. favourable, reader, to both; for you are my true support; since, when Rome gave you to me, she said, "I have nothing greater to give you. You remain standing all the time, with both hands stretched out towards the author. Who could better present cups, or crystal goblets? In 5.34 he commends her to his own deceased parents, that they may protect her in the realm of death. Martial's Epigrams Book Two Craig A. Williams. and does the country, and your own fireside, fail to retain you in your old age? Could she descend lower than this? Farewell, my book. Pott and F.A. AbeBooks.com: Epigrams, Volume II: Books 6-10 (Loeb Classical Library) (9780674995567) by Martial and a great selection of similar New, Used and Collectible Books available now at great prices. Do you ask, Philaenis, why I often come abroad with plaster on my chin, or with my lips covered with salve when nothing ails them? Here reposes Erotion in the shade of the tomb that too early dosed around her, snatched away by relentless Fate in her sixth winter. Fellow townsmen, born upon the steep slope of Augustan Bilbilis, which Salo encompasses with its rapid waters, does the poetical glory of your bard afford you any pleasure? The priesthood of the Pharian heifer 1 announce to her the eighth hour,2 and the guard armed with javelins now return to their quarters.3 Now the warm baths have acquired a proper temperature; at the preceding hour they exhaled an intolerable excess of steam; at the sixth the heat of the baths of Nero is unsupportable. ), not more than three or four times scoured." He suggests that "epigrams should be sampled one or a few at a time. Read in this book of mine of real life, of which you may say, "It is mine." O Rome, I am Scorpus, the glory of your noisy circus, the object of your applause, your short-lived favourite. Not more unlike is the dove to the eagle, 2 Two o'clock in the afternoon. [3]Martial, Epigrams: Spectacles, Books 1-5, page 335. On the return of January you desert your old husband, Proculeia, and force him to consent to a separation of property. A man who is not a native of Syria or of Parthia, not a knight from Cappadocian slave-cages, but one of the people of Remus, and a born subject of Numa, a man of agreeable manners, upright, and virtuous, a trustworthy friend, learned in the Greek and Roman languages, a man whose only fault (but that a great one) is, that he is a poet;----Maevius, I say, shivers in a faded black hood; while the mule-driver Incitatus glitters in purple. HE SENDS HIS BOOK TO PLINY THE YOUNGER. If And when will the unanimous voice of the people exclaim, "He comes"? O Maternus, most scrupulous observer of law and equity, you who rule the Roman forum by your convincing eloquence, 10. But what I greatly desire is this; that, if for only one summer, you would relieve your neck of the yoke imposed upon it by a residence in town. Go then and pay your court to patrons, while a spot exists which offers you everything that a protector refuses you. I will tell you then: He was elected Praetor; his Megalesian purple robe would have cost you a hundred thousand sesterces, even if you had given shows of the most economical kind: and the public festivities would have cost twenty thousand more. O rocky Anxur, towering in splendour above the azure surface! A sober, not a sullen spouse: Let Honour change her garb for that of mourning; and make your crowned locks, O disconsolate Glory, an offering to the cruel flames. Pylades. While you yourself Cotta, drink out of Amethystine cups, and regale yourself with the rich wine of Opimius, you offer me new Sabine wine, and say to me, "Will you have it in a cup of gold?" L. ON THE DEATH OF THE CHARIOTEER SCORPUS. But an enduring tribute shall be given you in immortal verse. Andraemon. On the contrary, she couldn’t be uglier. THE BOOK TO THE READER. Video. Do you ask what are my commissions for you? or of Hermaphroditus, who shuns the amorous waters? Details. [1]Vioque 2002, trans. Other editions containing works of Martial [Marcus Valerius Martialis] Oxford World's Classics: Martial: Epigrams. that a sacred regard to your word is clearer to you than life. XXI. O groves! He pines not after the bland Circe, or Trojan Caieta, or Marica, or Liris, or the fountain of Salmacis, which feeds the Lucrine lake. Priscus, that the parrot can speak with the note of the quail, and that Canus 1 would wish to be a bagpiper? You, Quintus Ovidius, who are about to visit the Caledonian Britons, and the green Tethys, and father Ocean; will you then resign Numa's hills, and the comfort of Nomentan retreats? LXXXVI. A rich repast, consisting of every species of dish, is set before you, out only dainty bits gratify your taste. Coming from you it is grateful to me; but even had I not loved your gift, Marcus, I must naturally love my own name.1 But more valuable than the gift, and more pleasing than even the name, is the kind attention and favour of so learned a man. Such expressions should be reserved for the couch, and not even for every couch, but only that which is prepared by a mistress for a wanton lover. HIS DEPARTURE FOR SPAIN. XXXII. I feel inclined to exclaim, "It was not a fish, shameless fellow, it was a man, a veritable man, Calliodorus, that you ate.". Do you believe, ON THE Cotta, you would like to be seen as a pretty fellow 17 and as a big man, both. 1 This Epigram is quoted by Abp. If one subject occupies a whole page, you pass over it; short epigrams, rather than good ones, seem to please you. When was even a scanty toga sent me in the cold winter season? Book 1. Or of the youth Icarus despoiled of his falling wings? You expect me, Gallus, to be always at your service, and trudge up and down the Aventine mount three or four times a day. KALENDS, OR FIRST DAY, OF MARCH. Though you had one of Laedas's legs, you would not be able, blockhead, to run with the other leg of wood. Bohn's Classical Library So may I be read among old poets, and rank in your esteem as inferior to none but Catullus. Baiae, the waters whitened with perfumes; while measures of Setine wine sparkle in your brilliant glasses, and Venus sleeps not on a softer couch; you pass your nights upon the threshold of a proud harlot, and her deaf gate is wet, alas! SEXTUS, A WRITER AFFECTING OBSCURITY. The Roman poet Martial (40-104 A.D.) was the author of 12 books of epigrams. The things that make life happy, dearest Martial, are these: wealth not gained by labour, but inherited; lands that make no ill return; a hearth always warm; freedom from litigation; little need of business costume; a quiet mind; a vigorous frame; a healthy constitution; prudence without cunning; friends among our equals, and social intercourse; a table spread without luxury; nights, not of drunkenness, yet of freedom from care; a bed, not void of connubial pleasures, yet chaste; sleep, such as makes the darkness seem short; contentment with our lot, and no wish for change; and neither to fear death nor seek it. 9.1", "denarius") All Search Options [view abbreviations] ... book: book 1 book 2 book 3 book 4 book 5 book 6 book 7 book 8 book 9 book 10 book 11 book 12 book 13 book 14. poem: When did half a pound of silver find its way to me? In vain, my Muse, would you defraud Macer of his tribute at the Saturnalia; you cannot, he himself asks you for it. THE POOR OTACILIUS. For dessert I will give ripe fruits; wine from a Nomentan flagon which was filled in the second consulship of Frontinus. Whatever the dishonest wine vaults of Marseilles contain, whatever cask has assumed age by the help of the flame, comes to us, Munna, from you: to your unfortunate friends you send, across seas and by circuitous paths, cruel poisons; nor do you supply them on moderate terms, but at a price for which wine from Falernum, or Setis, so esteemed for their cellars, would be sufficient. TO APOLLINARIS ON THE CHARMS OF FORMIAE. Out of what hand would the Falernian come with more relish? Gaditanus can tell you, he who, without writing anything, claims to be a poet. 1 The Aitia, a work of Callimachus the poet, no longer extant. Shall I frequently rise to applaud a poet who recites his verses? LXXXIV. The sigma (dinner-couch) holds seven: we are only six, add Lupus. The cruel destroyer should at least have been a quartan, so that he might have become his own doctor. Never did Carus do anything worse, Maximus, than to die of fever; the fever, too, was much in the wrong. That hour is for you the best when the god or wine reigns, when the rose holds its sway, and the hair is moistened with perfumes. O delightful shore of salubrious Formiae; Apollinaris, when he flees from the city of stern Mars, and wearied lays aside his anxious cares, prefers you to every other spot. Have pity at length, Rome, upon the weary congratulatory the weary client: How long shall I be a dangler at levees, among crowds of anxious clients and toga-clad dependents, earning a hundred paltry coins 2 with a whole day's work, while Scorpus 3 triumphantly carries off in a single hour fifteen heavy bags of shining gold? What then do I desire, you ask?----To sleep. UNPUBLISHED POEMS TO HIS WIFE. sesterces, and a toga (O bounty! 1 A pun on ius trium liberorum (law of three children) where liber can also mean pupil. His poems are sometimes obscene, in the tradition of the … Then even rigid Catos read me. O Kalends of March, anniversary of my birth, day more charming to me than any other JavaScript is disabled for your browser. ON THE DEATH OF THE CENTURION VARUS  Or do you imagine it better to catch hideous frogs on the shores of the Tiber, and to angle for poor stickle-backs, than to be able to throw back to its rocky bed the captured mullet because less than three pounds' weight? revised. Why not confess yourself an old man? Tucca, why matters go so ill with you? Six months afterwards, when she came down to two thousand, I offered one thousand, which she refused. So, with undisturbed possession, so, with your family ever in health, may this stone be the only one of a mournful description on your You used to send me a pound weight of silver; it has dwindled to half a pound of pepper! I am that Martial known to all nations and people by my verses of eleven feet,1 my hendecasyllables, and my jokes, Bohn's Classical Library (1897) Martial, Epigrams. kalends, day on which even maidens send me presents, I place upon the hearth, in honour of you, these cakes, and this censer, for the fifty-seventh time. Wish only what you are, to be; 1 Oh what contests, what voluptuous strife between you, has the happy couch, and the lamp dripping with Niceronian perfume, witnessed! Martial is best known for his twelve books of epigrams, published in Rome between AD 86 and 103, during the reigns of the emperors Domitian, Nerva and Trajan. TO TO CLEMENS, ON SENDING SOME  Book 10. She does not describe the fury of Medea, or paint the feast of the accursed Thyestes; nor does she believe in the existence of Scylla or Byblis; but she tells of chaste and affectionate loves, of pure sports, gratifications, and amusements. By the sacred Muses and by all the gods I swear that I love you, though I fail to exercise the officiousness of a mere client. XLV. Sometimes I receive friends in the evening, to return my morning calls; others I have to congratulate on preferments, though no one has to congratulate me. Now your threshold is surrounded with tokens of the munificence of Caesar, and you number, Janus, as many forums as you have faces. Commentary on selected epigrams from Martial Book 10. Ed. PRAISING HIS AFFECTION FOR HIS PARENTS. No one was ever so inflamed with ardour for a new mistress, as Laurus with love for the game of ball. Your books require, not a reader, but an Apollo. The envious Lachesis, when she cut me off in my twenty-seventh year, accounted me, in judging by the number of my victories, to be an old man. O happy husbandman of the gold-producing country, you will send back your ruler with his purse empty; you will deplore his return, O Dalmatian, and escort him on his departure with mixed feelings of gratitude and sorrow. Here four togas or more are worn out in a summer; there one suffices for four autumns. Here there is no lord, but an emperor; as senator, the most Happy gate-keepers and bailiffs! Why do you envy me? I do not covet a reader with such an over-nice palate; Slices of egg shall crown anchovies dressed with rue; and there shall be sow's teats swimming in tunny-sauce. To you, Marius, the admirer of a tranquil life, you who shared mine with me, you the glory of the ancient town of Atina, I commend these twin pines, the pride of a rustic grove, these holm oaks sacred to the Fauns, and these altars dedicated to the Thunderer and the shaggy Silvanus, erected by the unpractised hand of my bailiff; altars which the blood of a lamb or a kid has frequently stained. He remarked that it was a convicted adultress. Why, I ask, Sextus, is it your delight to produce compositions which even Modestus himself, or Atropos, at your urgent request, to bring back to you just one of those days, you would prefer it to the long life of Nestor quadrupled. LXXVII. Torquatus has laid out a plantation of laurels on his land; Otacilius sows a hundred chestnuts. Polla, my queen, if you light upon any of my little books, do not regard my sportive sallies with knitted brow. This Juno, Polycletus, your happy workmanship and masterpiece, which would do honour to the hand of Phidias, displays such beauty, that, had she thus appeared on Mount Ida, the Judge would have felt no hesitation in preferring her to the other goddesses. However that I may not, while your guest, incur your suspicions, let me be served by the son of some rank swineherd, or coarse fellow from a mean village, with bristling hair, rough, rude, and ill-grown. Craig A. Williams (2004) M. Valerii Martialis Liber Spectaculorum. BECOME A COOK. Drink Vatican wine, it you like something sour; my spread is not for your stomach. City seldom, law-suits never: What, I ask, has happened? O Varus, you who were but lately a Roman officer of rank among the Paraetonian cities, and a distinguished leader of a hundred men, are now reposing, a strange shade, on the Egyptian shore; your return is vainly expected by the Ausonian Quirinus. A single passenger, as I suppose you know, must not keep a vessel waiting. I have lived long enough to be twice a spectator of the Secular Games; and my life lost nothing of happiness before my funeral pyre. A QUACK. This item: Martial: Epigrams, Volume III, Books 11-14. mine, I am content that they please the Grammarians, provided they please others without the aid of Grammarians. A truce to litigation; let wax tapers, cheap tablets, and little table-napkins, propitatory gifts of the poor client, be deferred until the saturnalia of icy December. The marble tomb of Messale is split by the wild fig, and the audacious muleteer laughs at the mutilated horses of the statue of Crispus.1 But as for writings, they are indestructible either by thieves or the ravages of time; such monuments alone are proof against death.". Aper has pierced the heart of his richly-dowered wife with a sharp arrow. It purports to be a eulogy to Erotion, a slave-girl who has recently died. What is a poor man to do, when he cannot even be a client? I send you here, therefore, some of my rosy autumnal apples, gathered in the midst of the Suburra.

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