61. To Marianus

Who is the young fopling, who is he, I say,
Whom we see with your wife at her side all the day.
Who whispers soft nothings into her warm ear
And presses his elbow so dangerously near,
While on every finger a light ring he shows
And never a hair on his smooth legs allows.
Can't you give me an answer? What's that? — " For my wife
He's agent," — A trusted one too, on my life.
He looks well the part of an agent, does he:
Aufidius the rake would not more earnest be.
My dear Marianus, we'll see you both soon
On the stage: he'll be clown and you old pantaloon.
" Your wife's business man" — A young fopling like that!
It's your business, my friend, not your wife's, that he's at.
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Martial
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