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Led me my Varus to his flame,
As I from Forum idling came.
Forthright some whorelet judged I it
Nor lacking looks nor wanting wit,
When hied we thither, mid us three
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Fell various talk, as how might be
Bithynia now, and how it fared,
And if some coin I made or spared.
There was no cause (I soothly said)
The Praetors or the Cohort made
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Thence to return with oilier head;
Praetor, as pile the Cohort rating.
Quoth they, But certes as ’twas there
The custom rose, some men to bear
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Litter thou boughtest? I to her
To seem but richer, wealthier,
Cry, Nay, with me ’twas not so ill
That, given the Province suffered, still
Eight stiff-backed loons I could not buy.
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