48. The Poet's Needs -

R UFUS , my simple tastes demand
But modest things to smooth my path,
Good wine and food, a barber and
A bath,
Chessmen, a board on which to play,
A friend whose tastes and mine agree,
Some books but leaving the choosing pray
To me.

A young and well-grown serving lad,
One maid if comely would not hurt,
'Twould keep him busy if he had
A flirt.
Ah, friend, if you would give me these,
Though in a small provincial home,
I'd leave you all the luxuries
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Martial
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