62. An Invitation

A WELCOME to my garden, if you care
To sit upon the ground, for seats are lacking;
Or bring, good guest, a table and a chair;
These have resigned, they stand awry and cracking;
There is not e'en a cushion-cover there,
The couch has broken ties and rotten sacking.
I bought the gardens — you can beautify them
'Twill cost you less than what I paid to buy them.
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Martial
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