72. To His Book, an Advance Copy for Arcanus

You are not yet with purple gay,
Nor is your roughness smoothed away,
But hasten, book, and catch my friend,
Who now his distant way must wend
To lovely Narbo and once more
Take up his task of legal lore.
You have indeed a happy lot,
For now two joys at once you've got;
Both him and that fair town you'll view:
Ah, how I wish that I were you!
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Martial
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