Epigram: To Charinus, a Catamite

Cracked is the very foundation
Of joys that Charinus must mourn,
Still worshipped in deep admiration,
Though the seat of enjoyment is gone;
No more blessings the gods dream of granting,
With curses the poor wretch enclasp,
Leaving luckless Charinus still panting
For pleasures he's no power to grasp.
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Martial
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