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(Withal none here nor there owned I
Who broken leg of Couch outworn
On nape of neck had ever borne!)
Then she, as pathic piece became,
Prithee Catullus mine, those same
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Lend me, Serapis-wards I’d hie.
Easy, on no-wise, no, quoth I,
Whate’er was mine, I lately said
Is some mistake, my camarade
One Cinna-Gaius-bought the lot,
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But his or mine, it matters what?
I use it freely as though bought,
Yet thou, pert troubler, most absurd,
None suffer’st speak an idle word.