62. On Fortune-Hunters -

Now he has lost his only son
And there is no one to protect him;
Take him a gift, make haste and run,
Now he has lost his only son.

By cruel fate is he undone,
For soon you vultures will detect him,
Now he has lost his only son
And there is no one to protect him.
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Martial
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