59. To Flaccus -

The most luxurious baths on earth,
Rich marbles to recline on,
And then a wretched florin's worth
Is all I got to dine on!
Ah, give me Lupus' dingy den;
'Tis little consolation
To bathe in luxury — and then
To perish of starvation.
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Martial
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