39. On Domitian's Banqueting Hall

Till now there was no place that could contain
Thy banquets, Sire; no place where thou couldst drain
The sacred nectar mixed by Ganymede:
To-day thou hast the palace thou dost need.
Long be it ere to Jove thou shalt ascend
As guest: if he's in haste, let him descend.
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Martial
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