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Starving company, troop of hungry Piso,

Light of luggage, of outfit expeditious,

You, Veranius, you, my own Fabullus,

Say, what fortune? enough of empty masters,

Frost and famine, a lingering probation?

Stands your diary fair? is any profit

Enter'd given? as I to serve a praetor Count each beggarly gift a timely profit.

Trust me, Memmius, you did aptly finger

My passivity, fool'd me most supinely.

Friends, confess it; in e'en as hard a fortune

You stand mulcted, on you a like abashless

Rake rides heavily. Court the great who wills it!

Gods and goddesses evil heap upon ye,

Rogues to Romulus and to Remus outcast.

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