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If I did not love you more than my own eyes,

Suave, suave Calvus, that gift

Would make me hate you as much as Vatinius hates you.

What have I done or what have I said

To make you waste my time on so many bad poets?

May the gods heap misfortune upon the client

Who sent you such offensive works.

But if, as I suspect, Sulla the grammarian

Gave you this unique and recherché gift

Then as I see it there’s no problem,

I’m pleased, because your efforts are not your ruin.