Chapter 64 No.64

We are not poor; although we have

No roofs of cedar, nor our brave

Baiae, nor keep

Account of such a flock of sheep,

Nor bullocks fed

To lard the shambles; barbles bred

To kiss our hands; nor do we wish

For Pollio's lampreys in our dish.

If we can meet and so confer

Both by a shining salt-cellar,

And have our roof,