Classic Poem

May the gods grant thee, Sire, thy due reward,
Who dost the rights of injured patrons guard.
That they should not by freedmen exiled be,
And make thee blessed for perpetuity.
But clients also know thee for their friend
Prepared to their just claims thy help to lend.
Thou dost deserve, and hast, the power to aid:
May it be thine to prove these words I've said.