65. To Justinus

TO-DAY your birthday board to grace
You ask a horde of guests to dine.
In other years an honoured place—
And none disputed it—was mine;
You bid me come to-morrow? Nay,
Let ‘friends,’ with whom I am not classed,
Observe the feast, but must I pay
With presents for a feast that's past?
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Martial
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