Author J. A. Pott No one can bear your bath, so hot it is; But there's a cure; I'll tell you what to do. Bring Sabineius there; a speech of his Once froze the baths of Nero through and through. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments