57. To Faustinus

While near the wanton Lucrine I delay
And in warm springs by rocky caverns play,
You dwell, Faustinus, twenty miles from town,
Where once Catillus did his kingdom own.
But now when Leo burns with furious ire
And Baiae glows with more than native fire,
Farewell, ye pleasant shores, ye sacred wells,
Where Nereid with Nymph united dwells.
Surpass our heights in winter, if you will:
But in the summer yield to Tibur's hill.
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Martial
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