77. On Charinus -

His health is good yet he is always pale;
He drinks but little, 'tis of no avail,
So wan his face no sun can darken it,
And good digestion aids him not a whit,
Not even rouge that pallid cheek can flush —
And e'en his vices do not make him blush!
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Martial
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