79. To Zoilus

From the table eleven times you must get up
And appear in eleven fresh gowns while we sup;
For you fear, I suppose, that a draught while you sweat
Will give you a cold if your clothes should be wet:
Why do I by your side suffer no such distress?
Well, it's cooling perhaps to have only one dress.
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Martial
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