From Martial

Let me die if I would not whole days be with you,
My companion belov'd — half the night with you too:
But a couple of miles are no trifling concern,
And the two become four when I go to return.
Often absent — as often at home you're denied ,
When the Muses are courted, or Love's at your side;
Tho' to see you two miles are not more than I chuse ,
Not to see you — the four I must beg to refuse .
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