HE MEETS VARUS AND MISTRESS
Led me my Varus to his flame,
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As I from Forum idling came.
Forthright some whorelet judged I it
Nor lacking looks nor wanting wit,
When hied we thither, mid us three
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Fell various talk, as how might be
And if some coin I made or spared.
There was no cause (I soothly said)
The Praetors or the Cohort made
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Thence to return with oilier head;
Praetor, as pile the Cohort rating.
Quoth they,
But certes as ’twas there
The custom rose, some men to bear
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Litter thou boughtest? I to her
To seem but richer, wealthier,
Cry,
Nay, with me ’twas not so ill
That, given the Province suffered, still
Eight stiff-backed loons I could not buy.
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(Withal none here nor there owned I
Who broken leg of Couch outworn
On nape of neck had ever borne!)
Then she, as pathic piece became,
Prithee Catullus mine, those same
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Lend me, Serapis-wards I’d hie.
Easy, on no-wise, no, quoth I,
Whate’er was mine, I lately said
Is some mistake, my camarade
One Cinna-Gaius-bought the lot,
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But his or mine, it matters what?
I use it freely as though bought,
Yet thou, pert troubler, most absurd,
None suffer’st speak an idle word.