67. Rich to Himself, but to His Comrades Poor

G AURUS , a poor but ancient friend,
Said to the prætor—‘Will you lend
One thousand to me, for my three
Will then a sum sufficient be
That in the circus I may take my seat,
And as a knight our Emperor duly greet.’

To him the prætor answer made—
‘I cannot help you, I'm afraid;
For to my jockeys I bestow
More than the sum you say you owe.’
Shame on that thankless purse, I fain would cry;
You give to horses—and to knights deny.
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Martial
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