16. To Gaius

If ‘promise’ and ‘give’ mean exactly the same,
Though you never hand over, I'll play your own game,
Please accept all the ore of Asturia's mines
And the rich golden sand that old Tagus refines,
Accept all the pearls that in India rest,
And the wealth that the phoenix conceals in his nest,
Accept the wet purple that Tyrians store,
Accept all the world—but in promise, no more.
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Martial
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