2. The Happy Chance

H ORATIUS sat the games to see,
Unseemly black he wore;
Tho' all were clad in white save he
From churl to senator.

Then fell the snow (for heaven conspired
To set the error right),
Until, more decently attired,
Horatius sat in white.
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Martial
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