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XLI.

Ameana, the maiden of the people,

Asks me sesterces, all the many thousands.

Maiden she with a nose not wholly faultless,

Bankrupt Formian, your declar'd devotion.

Wherefore look to the maiden, her relations:

Call her family, summon all the doctors.

Your poor maiden is oddly touch'd; a mirror

Sure would lend her a soberer reflexion.