Classic Poem

The harvest of your vast estate
And all the hoarded wealth you own,
Your cup of gold and priceless plate
Are all reserved for you alone.

Your Massic and Opimian rare
For others are too exquisite,
And no man is allowed to share
The products of your learned wit.

These things are yours. I don't dispute
So plain a fact: upon my life
Your ownership is absolute
In all you have — except your wife.