66. To the Page, Theopompus

Who pray could be so harsh, so proud of look
As to declare that you should be a cook?
Could any man endure your face to shame
With soot, or mar your hair with greasy flame?
Who in your place will hold the crystal glass,
Or with more grace the old Falerman pass?
If fates like this you angel boys attend.
Ganymede too will in the kitchen end.
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Martial
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