Piso's Company, a penniless staff, with lightweight knapsacks, scantly packed,
most dear Veranius you, and my Fabullus too, how goes it with you? Have you
borne frost and famine enough with that sot? Which in your tablets
appear—the profits or expenses? So with me, who when I followed a
praetor, inscribed more gifts than gains. "0 Memmius, well and slowly did you
bone me, supine, day by day, with the whole of that beam." But, from what I see,
in like case you have been; for you have been crammed with no smaller a poker.
Courting friends of high rank! But may the gods and goddesses heap ill upon you
disgraces to Romulus and Remus.
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